Suddenly A Memory

By John Blase | April 9, 2015 |

Don’t you miss the world?

This was the question that

Swirled inside the sepulcher

Rushing into his dead ears

Pumping against the ridges of his cold brain

Like a paramedic performing CPR

Insistent, asking, over and over again.

Don’t you miss the world?

This was the question that

Swore not to yield until it was heard.

Then suddenly a memory ticked,

One faint with sepia tones of

The sea and the sound of

The laughter of men.

Don’t you miss the world?

And slowly the mind of Christ

Resurrected his first old word – yes.