Elegant Epiphany
XXVIII.
Thrice-stabbed
And left for dead,
Soul staggers
To its knees
To finally creep
Into the light
Of life again.
Belonging now
To no one else
Answers for itself.
Ranson: cancelled.
Self-claimed remains
Arise
To walk at last.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
The ashes
Scarcely
Touch the ground
Till resurrection starts
Experience
With life and truth
This sense of trust
Imparts.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Just a note of explanation - These poems and sentiments were written some 40 years ago when I was emerging fairly intact from nearly having been destroyed.