To Live Again
It is in my sorrow I fear,
by Nancy Jean McDevitt Scherer
that the urn of my soul
shall be but hollow.
No more ashes,
for the wind has scattered them
without a thought.
Cinders left of my scorched being,
they too, free of my spirit.
Darkness seeking light,
oh can there be such a place of plenitude,
I beseech thee,
whoever hast ears to listen,
Can this decayed corpse of my being
be brought to breath once more?
I shall bow to the soul that warms the chill in my spine.
For He, truly shall be a God, for all others have forsaken me.
And in my nothingness, I shall cry to no one, 'cept mine own pen,
And here shall I strive to live again..