- May 28, 2004
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I attended a funeral today.
I stood graveside and watched as
they lowered a casket of marble into
the ground.
The ground...
a gaping abyss of finality and for the first time
in years I cried tears of happiness.
I cried tears of relief and release.
I finally relinquished my hold over him.
The downpour around me began to let up...
sunlight peeking from behind the clouds.
A gentle breeze walks through the air.
The smell of freedom and liberty.
I watch as the pallbearers began to place dirt over the
casket.
I hear a faint pounding and beating...
something right out of a "Tale Tell Heart."
I step back and listen intently,
I can hear the muffled screams of pain and horror.
He's calling me and I can't help him.
In fact he screams my name and I refuse to help him.
I'm burying him alive and no feeling of
remorse befalls me.
I began to laugh. I throw my head back and my soul bubbles with
laughter.
Regardless of the puzzled glances on me, I walk away laughing
with His arms around me.
He leads me to the limo and I get in. We drive away and I never look back.
Today I buried my old sinful man.
Today I reveled in his pitiful cries for help;
but I was too happy to see him lowered into the ground for good.
Today I emerged, victorious and pure; walking in liberty and a
new me.
Today I drove away from my past with God next to me,
and for the first time in a long time
God embraced me deeply and I now what it truly
feels like to be free.
~Copyright 2004
"Son of the DayStar" Publishing
"Poeta nascitur, non fit."
~The Poet is born, not made.
I stood graveside and watched as
they lowered a casket of marble into
the ground.
The ground...
a gaping abyss of finality and for the first time
in years I cried tears of happiness.
I cried tears of relief and release.
I finally relinquished my hold over him.
The downpour around me began to let up...
sunlight peeking from behind the clouds.
A gentle breeze walks through the air.
The smell of freedom and liberty.
I watch as the pallbearers began to place dirt over the
casket.
I hear a faint pounding and beating...
something right out of a "Tale Tell Heart."
I step back and listen intently,
I can hear the muffled screams of pain and horror.
He's calling me and I can't help him.
In fact he screams my name and I refuse to help him.
I'm burying him alive and no feeling of
remorse befalls me.
I began to laugh. I throw my head back and my soul bubbles with
laughter.
Regardless of the puzzled glances on me, I walk away laughing
with His arms around me.
He leads me to the limo and I get in. We drive away and I never look back.
Today I buried my old sinful man.
Today I reveled in his pitiful cries for help;
but I was too happy to see him lowered into the ground for good.
Today I emerged, victorious and pure; walking in liberty and a
new me.
Today I drove away from my past with God next to me,
and for the first time in a long time
God embraced me deeply and I now what it truly
feels like to be free.
~Copyright 2004
"Son of the DayStar" Publishing
"Poeta nascitur, non fit."
~The Poet is born, not made.