Straight Up Sevens! Poem by Geoff Warden

The Seventh hour
The Seventh day
Two Thousand and Seven years after death....

The Dream real
The Meaning conceal
Yet I know the truth of this moment of time

My Brother gone
In Spirit lives
Inside yearns this second this bliss becomes

In Utterance unspoken
Truths' depth unknown
In watchful stance I shall awaiting this arrival

The Seventh hour
The Seventh day
Two thousand and Seven days after his death......................