Life, Death, And Resurrection
She played outside in the rain one day,after the sun went behind the clouds,
feeling free again,after her confinement
in the dungeon.
She splashed in the puddles,
let the rain fall upon her face.
Smiling.
She enjoyed the rain.
She enjoyed the sun.
She enjoyed life again.
But, evil arose
through the mud, like sewage it seeped
around her ankles.
It grabbed her, sucked her
down,
down,
down
into its hell,
pulling her apart
limb by limb, piece by piece
burying her in filth.
When she cried out, the vile excrement
poured into her soul, leaving
her poisoned with lies.
Her heart was saturated.
Her pulse, barely felt, became a whisper.
Death was soon to be her only friend.
The rain drops, the clouds, the sun
heard her muffled cries.
The stars with their torches formed armies.
The planets called for redemption.
The moon pulled them all together
creating a rainbow that arched
across the Heavens.
A prism of colors shot through the galaxy.
The beauty overpowered the demented
ugliness of the deceit from the evil one.
She was lifted up on the wings of doves,
tended to by the purity and love of angels.
She now stands cleansed and revived.
Humbly, she bows beneath the Heavens
in eternal gratitiude.
Her spirit now thrives in each raindrop,
slides along the sunrays,
dances in the moonbeam,
skips among the stars,
and plays with the planets.
Look for her in the mist of a cloud.
She is the colors of the rainbow.
She is alive!
Kathy Lockhart
11/24/06
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-11-24 at 15:44
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