Friday, July 8, 2011


Awaiting and new
Flesh born over
Living is proof
There is the skin
The organs beneath
The breath in the lungs
The new born screams
He called
I slept
He woke me
From that sleep
And gave me new life
Better than a dream
For the sorrows of my sisters
And family moved him
He returned the spark
To this clay
I no longer resisted
His call
And I awoke
Fully whole