Dead men naked they shall be one, they shall rise again! D.T.
Young in the undertow, strong and certain,
the dense earth recoils within its core
as between the present day and hour
over the soft shores rippled waves return
and power of the creation fire coursed
fused to a stem as flowers that grow
and parted pain from sorrow when as it flowed
lit in its wick by a flame- lightning force
so gains a purpose the soul a life source
bends toward its origin goes over
to the union of a wholeness, reverts
as death brought together so ominous
love gives no escape at that departure
but honors in its passage its fervor