Behold

As my eyes gazed into the sunlight

Beams of light stretch within and across 

Clouds of white fluff 

Reminding me of arms stretched 

Flesh that was pierced 

His words etched within as though scriptures.

A plea for us all Forgive them Father. 

For they know not what they do 

From death, he arose and will come again. 

The scrolls have been transcribed. 

In addition, the whole world has heard. 

And yet his words Are scarce to be known! 

Long live the days of old 

Longer be the days of another for I await. 

To capture the promise that has been written. 

Of ever lasting peace yet to unfold

©Bluebirdsk, Susan Knowlen