In ghostly death cave
tidied away to be forgot
Dry and dusty lashes flutter next to a roughly hewn shroud
Stone cold bed of rest beneath a tender bruised and battered back
Velvet darkness enfolds the resting son
Sacred audiology echos about the cold stone womb
The spirit sweeps across him
She hovers above a diamond tear drops to his silent chest
Her breath invades his sleeping form
She roars her life giving force through silently held pathways of life
Rips through the darkened dusty passages of death
A sharp intake of breath revives the encapsulated form
The spirit she is weaving a web of healing love
she rolls and waves beneath his skin
Capillaries and arteries she floods
Darling rise my sweet one
You still have work to do arise my love my sweet one it's time to go
Soothing Cracked and dry lips moistened with the breath of life he begins to explore how it feels this transition of death to Christ
He feels the wounds of his ending still there... a chapter not to be finished yet
The universe it cheers
They did it !! the stars and planets sing
Celestial joy breaks out amongst the galaxies
The son is rising from his dusty tomb
They hold their expectant breath and wait
She dances a dance of spirit joy and swoops and weaves about him
Soon my beloved you will be home ,come now let's have fun I long to clear the cloud of death and doom that hangs above the sky
With wounded feet he gently treads they stand behind the solid rock
The tortured hand sweeps the stone away
All heavens bow down and kneel planets pirouette and glide
A cry of joy rejoice rejoice
The son of man is risen this holy day
(C) Angie Devereux
