Wind and Fire
By Jonathan Bennett
If I close my eyes when I feel the wind
I can imagine your touch on my skin.
It is not the same as having you here.
The wind that comes to wrap itself 'round me
Cannot comfort me as well as your arms.
But if I inhale the wind like a breath
It's as if I'm taking you inside me.
And I'm not alone because you are here.
We have become one, whole and complete.
As I breathe I begin to understand
That the bowels of the tomb remain vacant,
That I have not been abandoned by
You.
If I close my eyes when I feel the fire
I can remember warmth from touching you.
It's not the same as lying 'gainst you.
But I can feel your fire within me,
Burning as I could feel it from your breast.
And when we speak it's as if the fire spreads
Igniting you in everyone list'ning.
And it's as if you were here with me
But not only one but hundreds of you
With arms like yours, with hearts beating like yours.
There is a new beginning in this fire,
A fire I can kindle with just your
Word.
Even though I know this is about Christ, the images of closeness that death and the tomb cannot break came through as such a reality that I feel right now about Bill. Many tears after reading this, but good tears. gm
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