The Resurrection

Rating: 4.3
Let the tower in your city burn. Let the steps
to the shadowed building by the lake burn
even though it is made of stone. Let the lion
house burn so that the roaring and burning
will be heard together. Let the old, poor,
wooden house where I lived go up in flames, even though
you returned and sat on the steps that led
up to where we used to exist. Let it all burn,
not to destroy them, but to give them the life
my life gives to them now. To make them flare
as they do in me, bright and hot, bright and burning.
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COMMENTS
Chrissa Lynn 28 February 2011
Beautiful, just beautiful. It gave me goosebumps.
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Wojja Fink 23 April 2009
with only two poems have you been taken to the publishers? best wishes...John
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