birth day

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

birth day
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)


6 Responses

  1. wow! Rock on with your poet self!

  2. Thanks! I like that, Rock on!

  3. I added you to my blogroll and subscribed 🙂
    Blessings & Peace

  4. You got me – I’m still cracking up 🙂

  5. I clicked the wrong post to comment, this was supposed to go under “Cletis take the reel”

    This poem is wonderful – no disrespect intended!

  6. […] a teen, I spent a fair amount of time in the darkened room. As a poet, the darkened room surfaces again and […]

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