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by Des
Rated: 13+ · Other · Death · #1115154
This poem is an attempt to describe our deathly condition before new birth,.
Have you known death?
He's known you.
He knows who you are,
perhaps more than you.
You're indebted to him,
and you pay as you go,
with a secret essence,
that you have not known.
When you were conceived,
'twas in pure perfection,
but then were aborted,
you have no recollection.
Now as you sift,
through the ruins all alone,
you're bereaved of your life,
your heart cold as stone.
You've fallen in a frigid,
deserted prison, cannot stand.
Your blood has run cold,
your foundation was sand.
Led astray by a fallacy,
that every man has followed,
but each man for himself,
once you've been swallowed.
You once desperately sought,
the way to revival.
But now benumbed to it all,
with just a mind for survival.
Not for your flesh,
care for matter has passed away,
but now the deceiver exposed,
and your soul lays in decay.
In this place of waste,
no life can be found.
One wilts in the somber,
so still, no sound.
Skin bitten by cold,
lips frozen and blue.
Enticing is the lure of death,
you now see, the corpse is you....
The ways of this world,
left you weary and alone.
Stained and burdened,
by sin unatoned.
Nowhere to run,
no place you can hide.
Death will follow,
his dungeon thrives inside.
Which Saviour would enter these places you tread?
Which One would not fear the criptic prison?
Who has ever drawn near to this death,
and then departed again to be risen?
How could One have not been snared,
into the grip of death's mighty chains?
Become the water of the rivers of life,
to replenish the mortal drought, -the shame?
Which Saviour has courage to face the secluded,
the plagued with leprous sores unbound?
What Holy One would fall Himself from heaven,
to touch the dreary and wicked ground?
Would He give you water to drink?
Would He heal your oozing wounds?
Would He touch you to revive you?
Would He walk where evil looms?
Would He brush His hand over hazy eyes,
that you might be given sight?
Would He carry you to salvation,
conquer the dark with Omnipotent Light?
The wind, it has a secret to reveal,
it carries a voice to your heart.
A voice the sound of a thousand waters,
that has power to break death apart.
© Copyright 2006 Des (desley at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
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