Eating the agony that the cross brings
I dance away from puppet strings,
And skip down down into the grave;
No longer trying to be brave.
I remain here silent dark and cold;
human giving way to mold,
And sigh with only worms to hear
At he futility of wealth of fear.
I have become a chrysalis,
And all I was you mourn, you miss,
But while you grieve remember this:
The ground and heaven hold discontent;
The living are for death not meant.
I'll be back and beautiful
With heart eternal, powerful.
Yes there is lack now for awhile,
But seconds pass and make me smile.
For I now see that the future holds
More than clouds and harps of gold.
Dreams now lost will be redeemed;
Hope dull, tarnished, soon with glory gleams.
Resurrection was more than an afterthought;
When debts were paid there was a future bought.
Upon the cross we live, we die,
And then laugh, breathe; bury the tears we cried.
by Bill Scarrott
I wrote this poem out of a desire to do more than die and go to heaven. I'm pretty sure I'm going to die and then come back to life.
