We were buried together that day.
Before you died, you hung there in that ugly garment of unspeakable evil.
It was the one that I gave you, with deep shades of hate, fear, doubt, pride, lust, lies and bitterness. It fit you perfectly like it was made for your body, this horrific gown in the color of the blackest death.
And when you left, you took it down there with you, down there where love should never have to go. But love you are and so Love, you did.
And as I hung there, I wore the garment you gave me in the brightest color of sparkling white purity, my gown of salvation. A spotless robe of righteousness, it glistened in true love. You’ve never seen a more beautiful shade of grace that was the color of freedom.
And too big for my body, it more than covered me whole.
But as we hung there for eternity, like an eclipse I became a part of you. For having died and been buried that day, when you came alive I was reborn.
You came bursting forth through space and time, like a star explodes across the sky.
And when you arose, I arose with you and followed you out of that grave.
And now you live and reign like the sun shines.
And so do I.
The Passionate Poet 