Death

Reflecting on the reason for Easter. The reason for Good Friday. And the reality of death in the light of these reasons.

As always, thanks for reading.

~E.L

~ Death ~

What meaning can be derived from this concept so morbid

For reality is defined through its perceptions encompassed.

Vitality flees from its tyrannical plans

Hopes and dreams crushed when once placed its hands.

These notions require no wizardly sage

Nor scholar of legend to convince of their grade.

Life meets its end when challenged by this foe

Time meets eternity when their battle is o’er.

But once on a hilltop called Calvary

Just as this Death made its final decree

Claiming as prisoner the one Son of God

And all of earth mourned as it suffered the loss.

Yet still of the truths that death entertains

And the brutal finality of its desperate game.

Still once taken captive and crushed to the grave

The Son of God rose and put death in His place.

Death itself conquered by God is now dead!

It’s reign of terror crushed in the end.

The chains truly broken, the prisoner freed

And pain once the token from all of our deeds

Now makes obeisance for it’s God holds the key

And death is no match for its Maker and King.

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The Devils Gate

Through thoughts of despair and moments of calm

When I’m unaware of how far I have gone

Time seems to stand still and hope disappears

Life tells fate her will but still it’s not clear.

Love flees apace as the days turn to years

Above all the laughter hides thousands of tears.

Vanquished before by these demons unnamed

Those banished and formed by one mind all the same.

Escape you still living, for death is your fate

If you tarry longer at this Devils gate.

Unmoved

Shut out the voice that never speaks

Beware of those who promise ease.

Cut off from worlds intent on more

And lost to those who’ve gone before

Allow yourself at last to lose

Defeat has nothing more to prove

Victory has lost its prize

The war has overcome this life.

While in a darkened corner sleeps the remnants of the past

As the man who can’t be moved follows in all the same old tracks.

Don’t hesitate to venture past, he won’t awaken now

For he has wandered through the night in search of sacred ground.

But all that he is will remain–for he is nothing now.

Forgiveness

Oh the soul’s long self-dismay

From the guilt and bitter shame

With lifted eyes toward the cross

And to Him who paid the cost

Feel forgiveness by the name

Jesus Christ the Lord has saved

And redeemed you from your chains

Lifted dead men from their graves-

So rest eternal in His care

Grace unmerited is there.

Awesome, mighty, just and kind

King of Kings, God of my life.

Never Gone

It’s only when we reach the end

Of all that’s known will we begin

To press into that vast expanse

Of life beyond our present breath

And turn our eyes to future’s new

And welcome thoughts and dreams into

Our lives which once before were stale

Vapid from some windless gale

Of absolute monotony

Our hearts yearning to find reprieve

Our minds wishing for something more-

But fearing we won’t open doors

To where we’ve never gone before.