Reflections of the Soul

quiet. still. nothingness.
life. death. glimpses.
blood. breath. flow.
do we know Adonai?
God Most High?
Giver of Life ... blood supply.
oxygen tank's on low.
manual CPR's a no go.
all the treatment, chemo, still a no show.
hair limp. skin pale. it's like i see a ghost.
angry i stare up into space, fast paced
everything spins as i find myself in the abyss
what the hell is this?
death don't discriminate, hate.
struggle is all a part of the game
yet it's not defeat that we call by name
there's something stronger, sweeter
waiting at the gate to greet her, him, them ...
finally, to taste victory in the form of Him
Jesus Christ who is the life.
i can't tell you what that means or what it looks like
it's something you have to be in search of for yourself
encounter. experience. embrace. believe. receive.
intimacy so pure. so radical that it transcends beyond
what we know as life and death. struggle and strife.
pain and sorrow. there is hope.
in the midst of all this, freedom knows your name.
like death, it don't hate. discriminate. it's an open road.
there's no toll. no entrance fee. because you see ...
it's already been paid, by the one pronounced guilty,
and then hung on a cross, only to be categorized as a loss.
when on that third day, they found an empty grave,
and at that moment stared Triumph in the face,
still not recognizing His name ... will you do the same?