Each Resurrection

Into the ground
The flesh of us
Organs inside the shell
Even
The ash of us
Return

Because the story goes
We came from there
And in that way
And
Exceptions notwithstanding
Must go back

It doesn’t end
We do believe
For those who do
Believe
That
There is more
A when
Even a where beyond
The mantle of the Earth
Rather
To the edge of heaven

There to judge
With any
Advocates
How things had gone
How awry
We treated
All the laws of God
Even the simple two
Commanding
Like the rest
Yet
Over
With the strength
And practicality
Of love

And so we rise and maybe to
Fine
Satisfying lives to come

I don’t know about clouds
And harps and
Such
Or everything be gold
Or the color of
Fresh snow

For all the tones
And textures
Here
For beauty
And sensation

More so the dynamos of life
Inside each one

They could continue
Now
Perfected
With open will and
New assignments
So that
What is to come
Is
So much more than cells
And atoms
Smaller things
To know
Someday

And all the larger matters
That
We took as Earth
And farther
As our media for strategy
Ambition
And the like

Because in all
Significance
Even to shadow meaning
Well
They were

It could be that heaven
Or what
Might be
Is more interesting
And active

Finally
A virtue out of busy

We don’t how perfected
And could there be
An element
Of risk
At hand
Depending

All the energy
The health
And who knows
What
And yet
The more
The most
Exciting days
To come

And though our call be not
To hurry
Still
This is what we have
In the offing
And to earn it by the balance
Or by grace
Cost
And accepted
Freely

So that we might get there
And
Once there
Without doubt
Are welcomed
To the
What’s next
Of eternity

Amen
As in
So it shall be

C L Couch


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