Within the House of God,

coffin positioned in front of the altar,

and a rabble of mourners on the left

ready and willing of putting

its content into the ground

(unknowing - where treasure is found)

clued in, that coffin contained

one racked by cancer

and was probably dying

or was - by now - dead

dead or dying?!

Why - dead set - on burying if dying

and hysterical wailing, crying

instead of assisting the dying?

Approached the coffin

dead set on assisting the dying

ravaged by cancer and pain

dying or dead

subduing strenuous dread

opened the coffin of the

by now dead or still dying

in spite of the mob's intent

and ill-timed sobbing and crying

What a reward of - dead set - trying!

Beholding, a marvel too radiant to name,

wholly Alive, magnificent, royal, radiant

Heaven-lit Face!

Exultation, jubilation,

Celebration, instant transformation...

while beholding a marvel beyond praise,

beyond the reach of language,

worthy of every breath and

boundlessly more

crowned in silence - Face!

Running outside of the House of God,

the mob of mourners - screaming "miracle!"

scattered in every direction, leaving again

Him alone as after all the miracles in the past

He steadily and mercifully performed that - outlast...

In black garments covering also His dazzling Head,

walked away slowly - the One they thought was dead,

and Cross-ed through the gateway - still left alone,

as I hesitantly treaded in the opposite way home,

then, the most Familiar Figure - most Familiar Spirit

and I suddenly came to a dead stop at the same instant,

my entire being overflowing with inconceivable hope,

turning, facing each other with an impact beyond words

hearing the noises and faded celebration of pernicious hordes.

Approached Him and looking down - to my indescribable joy

saw most familiar sandals and heard a resonant Voice

pronouncing secret orders and final instructions,

tenderly warning me about spiritual corruption,

laying down the law, showing to heavenly realm door

and pronounced intelligibly "Sin NO more..."

Departing, I hid myself in - days of innocence - bushes 

to avoid danger that was all around me

remained - dead set -

to be cast, sculpted and molded 

voicing the admonishment:

"Do not bury Him!"

"Let Him Live in us!"

(Inspired by a stirring dream in 1984).