birth day

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And with that he breathed on them and said, “Receive the Holy Spirit.” –John 20:22

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birth day by ric booth

upon a dark time there lived a dead man alone in his mind, relying on sand.

as branch he’ll just die, so wistful, forlorn in secret he’ll cry. not buried nor born.

as fetus can’t breathe, he loves the dark room. he stays, will not leave. so cozy. sow doom.

upon the right time there died a live man alone yet sublime, a rock among sand

sow wages to pay, he enters this womb a fetus parlayed, surrendered, entombed.

first gasp of His breath, born dripping His blood as Life took on death, a rose in the sun.

upon such a time there died the dead man now born in the vine and breathing I am!

birth day is a poetic rendition of The Atheist ‘n Me (or vise versa)