Breath Of Life Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Tributes to fallen lovers, paintings
Rembrandt cannot bring his wife back
Cover her with fine jewels and flowers
She is gone, only God breathes life

Immortality in art preserved in time
Feeble time where things decay
Spin and weave symbols
Pyramids that slowly turn to dust

We try so hard to sustain the dying
Everything marches in cadence
Everything atrophies into the abyss
No heroes, no idols, no statues

Gold cannot buy the resurrection
Science cannot stop the reaper
Religions cannot prevent the grave
Power and might buried in mausoleums

Do you think things are getting better?
Are we close to world war three?
Will our technology pull us through?
Have we really improved as a race?

The tomb in Jerusalem is empty