Resurrection of the Heart

Rage.

Blue flames burning.

The moon---red with fury.

Flora; lifeless beneath the weeds.

Thorns proud-- sharper than daggers!

Gentleness smolder in combustion.

Serenity perished.

Bridge broken.

Sympathy bleeding-

Gasping for air to supply life to her veins-

she stretched broken hands for freedom...

her eyes could see but without vision-

her ears could hear, but her listening fell to rubbish-

her skin can already feel the numbness of her body-

cold in a chill-

her lips were talking without speaking-

Then a Prevailing Light came in blast-

Her blinded eyes were opened-

Thunders intensely roared with Calmness-

She was shaking-- trembling--- in fear!

Tears were flowing-

Surrender is the only freedom she recognized--

Twas the day of

The Resurrection of the Heart.