Alive or Dead

I learned of her death and went swimming.

Not because I did not care;

But I could not bare to hold the weight of this cursed world,

On my own again.

I needed His hands to hold; His baptizing touch.

After all — isn’t this the world He loves so much?

Floating and sinking, trusting and doubting,

My heart is pounding still, yet — A sister is killed.

Is this how it’s supposed to be, lives up for the taking?

The system erasing all that Eden was; All she could have been.

Fools trust men, I’ve learned this once again.

So, listen for the steady voice in the wind;

And know that in one death, new lives can begin.

Awakening our soul,

Holding up our heavy heads, as water awaits us,

Alive or dead.