October 28, 2008
She finally died and we put her cold naked body on our shoulders
And carried it to the brim of her grave
But the hands of destiny gently took her down from our shoulders
She was not ready to go six feet under yet
Her body was not cold enough
So we waited and waited...
Until we heard her long sigh of consent
And carried her into the earth’s darkness
Knowing ‘from the dust we come from and to the dust we shall return’.
She must have heard our thought.
Her silent scream is forever buried somewhere deep in our being:
'After death there is resurrection.'
for a.z (d 2004)
Posted by amin at October 28, 2008 1:29 PM