South Bound Cemetary

I came to a place of death early as the sun rose into the stinging cold. Warmth dawned in my heart. Around me they slept my soul awakening. Under my feet they slumbered my eyes resurected in wonder. Beauty strolled among the tombs its young spread out in her wake. Light broke though bare outstretched limbs and blinded me to the sight of soaring freedom. Life fed from deaths covering. The journey is long and hard. The world it groes cold and growns the pains of mornig awaiting warmth and renewal from the sun still coming. My heart is lifted high in praise and swells in awe and adoration. -Amen