Transcendental Sonnet #1320:
Awakening

He is old his chest is bony
He is cold his heart is stony
He ate the bitter fruit of love
He swallowed all the pain
This dead man I am speaking of
Today will rise again

The light returns to burned-out eyes
The flesh returns to bone
The heartbeat and the breath arise
The soft smooth flesh from stone

The senses are restored and take
It all in as a smile
Returns to grace a newborn face
Missed for a little while

+Steven Curtis Lance



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