For a moment all else pauses.
For an eternal split second all sound is gone.
All but the rasp of his single breath,
Encapsulating a billion gasps for air.
His scream, a history of screams.
His cry, an age of weeping.
His aching loneliness, a world of aching, lonely people.
His prayer, an endless stream of pleas.
His being, our being, his pain, our pain.
His hope and longing, our hope and longing.
This moment capturing every last moment of time.
In a gasp.
In a split second.
In an eternal moment.
Dying for all time.
His head bows.
His spirit slips away.
And a quiet tomb awaits resurrection.
Wednesday Riff: For All Time
Wed 26 October 2016