Having drunk from
The chalice of love,
Relished on the
Unleavened bread,
By the closing nightfall,
Final prayers being said.
‘This, my body uncut,
This, my blood unspilled’
Toast raised to hail
The smooth betrayal,
Baring my chest to
The hastening blade
I Passover to you
The codified discourses
Disperse my songs in the
Mount Zion’s air..
And leave my loving heart
In the upper room’s foyer
I bled not when severed
You cry not, if am gone
Death hurts not; but the truth
That the stifling hands were own,
Let the guiding star
Testify this passing too
I believe you will
Resurrect me....until then i remain undead!
Seema Aarella
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/extreme-cataclysm-2/
