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.