and free those who through fear of death had been subject to slavery all their life. – Heb 2:15
that day in the old church
sitting at a friend’s funeral
even the stained glass window
could not keep out your saving light
that night in the hot tent
awakened by gripping fear
holding on desperately
by a rosary counted on fingers
that morning in the chapel
i was sure the door was locked
and i was shut out forever
from the inner sanctuary
that moment when i first knew
the beating of my own heart
was a knocking on the door
to a hidden inner sanctum
every aware moment since
i opened the door to the God
who came and died to show
that death is not the end of Love
Longing For Water 