Ahhh, as I read this, I want to run from person to person and ask "Did you see.....?" I want to find an on-looker who might sit down and share with me what had happened. Every detail. But there were no witnesses when I was beckoned. I was alone with the One who weeps ... and shouts out ... and beckons .. and rejoices.
Did you see him weep?
Were there tears?
Could the sobs be heard
even though they came
from a place so deep within?
Did you hear his shouts?
Was his voice commanding?
Did it shake eternity?
Did you hear the name?
I did. I know that I did.
Clearly and distinctly.
"ARISE and LIVE!
REMOVE YOUR GRAVE CLOTHES!
LET GO!"
Did you see the moment
when I left the darkness
and walked into the light?
Did you see me
look into his
tear-stained face?
Did you see him weep?
Did you hear him call me?
Tell me, did you?
Did you see my joy?
Did you see me weep
at the thoughts of
such a beckoned life?
(c) 2011 anna murdock
This is WONDERFUL Anna
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