Soul Revival Poem by Hannah Gilchrist

A starved four-letter-word,
Bruised and battered from overuse.
It's tattered pages tell a story of
Love and loss and hope and grief.
Force-fed bland and unfulfilling food,
That tricks the tongue but chokes to swallow.
It craves milk and salted meats,
But more than anything, it lusts for water.
Ignored and denied it's basic needs,
It shrinks to a wafer.
As it clings onto a body, it's home, it's cage,
It's marrow dries and crumbles to dust.
It's pleas fade to a whisper.
The faintest memory of a heartbeat. Want.

Then...

Stillness.
He is there.
He breathes her name,
A new dawn bursts forth with hues of light.
A downpour.
Her thirst is quenched.
She is soaked in his radiance.
Awakened to life, freedom.
Revived.