Immortal Father


On the floor with no pulse,

no time to grieve.

I saw him stiff and cold,

    the one who had embraced me in warm arms

                     just that night.before.

(i) reached up with my eyes and heard the voice within,


[I] bring my eyes back from heaven down to chaotic earth,

just in time to witness the weary rise once more.

    that mantle of peace.

that voice in the eyes


there was life once more.

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