The camera clicked,
capturing us
- silhouettes in candlelight -
at the altar of our church,
of our God.
Confident, we vowed
union until death,
not knowing
how soon
death comes
when love is lived.
Our embrace
- so intensely tight -
was forced to loosen
to accept its gifts,
its burdens of
its passion.
That life created
challenged identity, as it
demanded response, and
questioned belief
until - no longer - we were the ones
captured at that altar.
Dead, we’ve risen and roamed
beyond boundaries
our God was said to have set.
Free, we discover
self long shadowed.
New life stirs within.
With passion we embrace,
our gifts, our burdens,
of self, of love,
knowing too well
how soon
death comes.
The camera clicks,
I capture you
- in bright sunlight -
at the altar
of Our All.
About the Creator
Denise Davis
A Manhattan-toasted, Kentucky marinated, Southern Californian, this 60+ year old woman has studied writing, taught writing and admired writing. It's time to actually begin writing. We shall see how this goes.
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Love it! Love your line about the dead rising!