Monday, April 6, 2015

The Flowing Here

No One Else But Me

As I walked Alone
On the Day
Jesus Rose from The Dead, 
From Behind the Rock.

How bleak the roadway was near the Water.
The sound of it roaring
With the current
Cleansed my mind.
The River Water
Broken Away from the shell of Ice
That surrounded it for so long
This winter.
This winter time.

Return me to my soul, I asked.
The internal ripping apart
Of My Heart,
Let my soul Embrace My Heart.
Let My Heart Be Healed 
And Enlivened
By the Richness of Life
In its Rebirth.

copyright 2015 Lyn Horton