in icy desolation sleepsA Poem by RuseInexThere’s a body lying underground in the frozen north right near and passed en route through the northwest passage in icy desolation sleeps therein lies with his blue eyes gazing skyward heaven bound in darkness icy desolation sleeps but between his eyes and that open sky is pitch of darkness black sealed shut by tons of ice and frozen grave mixed by ancient snow in icy desolation keeps like the words beyond of space the coldest words expressed sealed shut in coffin trapped short space of hewn wood carved by hand of carpenter’s long gone there’s a body therein frozen block of flesh and ice past the turn near two centuries ago in icy desolation sleeps his name quite forgotten by our time he died young a man premature awaiting for his dream become reality of having helped to find the shorter route yet in icy desolation sleeps between britain and china’s coasts the famous infamous northwest passage route in icy desolation sleeps for just a bit of time he was excavated brief some relief it was his corpse for science sake released made my soul fill with grief to see him still intact as if only as asleep for it firmly fixed upon my mind the fact that he existed suspended silent affirmation that he lived on ship and was a part of all our history one day i’d like to meet him upon celestial deck of golden wood upon a sea of purest spray and foam roiling with the winds of God’s holy breath to take his hand in mine with a royal kiss raise him from death's icy grip and bring him to my breast thaw his icy desolate sleep and cry, Oh death, where's your victory now! his resurrected life filled form his warm heart thumping keeping time with mine his voice melodic pitched on high exult and lift his holy name our God you who are the resurrection and the life who lazarus of old you brought him back from the dead you who are the great I AM will bring us all alive again oh, my long lost brother come up with me into His eternal day of rest we enter in to sail on again along the way as the ocean gales stream through your golden hair to bring us all who believe bright forever shores! © 2018 RuseInex |
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Added on September 8, 2018 Last Updated on September 8, 2018 AuthorRuseInexFresno, CAAboutI was born in obscurity Outside a small country town’s limits In a plank shack I kept a few memories That come into my head That i still carry around That i visit now and then The dust .. more..Writing
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