(Undated: sometime in December 2002)

Resurrected

My thoughtless deeds return to haunt me.
Pains I caused return to bleed me.
They nail me to the cross- they know not what they do;
And I pray silently- forgive me if I had hurt them.

In the intense pain I feel my soul melt;
And as the blood flows from under the nails
I feel my cheeks moistened by tears,
Washing down and cleansing my heart.

As they haul me up in the cross
I feel I have risen to the sky.
The pain, I know, will pass.
Pouring down on my frail body
Like the heavy clouds of thunder
The pain, I know, will pass,
Swept away by the light winds.

I stood there, the light breeze still flowing,
Freed from the cross, the wounds healed.
I sang my delight- no one heard-
And spoke words no one understood.