Religious

He had life after death
He was resurrected.
As you find your place in this world
Cry and let your eyes burn,
Your cut's sting.
Open your inner self to me,
Let your soul be free,
All hands will coordinate to the sound of a breath
But my hands feed into the panic of greatness
And I fail my incredulous climb.
I am stopped from hitting bottom, because of you.
Open up your body,
Let your soul be free.
The thunder of my fears,
Blurred with the chaos of the world,
Sing clearly to the damned.
The red letters stare at people
In a true moment of honesty
They cry out to a deeper, clearer soul
And in the words find profound meaning.
Fingers dripping with water
And wrinkles of a new
I am in heaven.
Walking with God,
Into the odyssey of dreams -
But this is reality, and I am with him
Forever.
The truth is out there.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002