As I walked Alone

On the Day

Jesus Rose from The Dead, 

From Behind the Rock.

How bleak the roadway was near the Water.
The sound of it roaring
With the current
Cleansed my mind.
The River Water
Broken Away from the shell of Ice
That surrounded it for so long
This winter.
This winter time.

Return me to my soul, I asked.

The internal ripping apart

Of My Heart,

Let my soul Embrace My Heart.

Let My Heart Be Healed 

And Enlivened

By the Richness of Life

In its Rebirth.

copyright 2015 Lyn Horton