The moment waits for my embrace
Neglected, I am as one who never knows
What love can offer and reward.

Life
So dearly missed, is truly
Tragic.

I surrender to my happiness
Give up allegiance to all those little things
That pretend to matter and matter not.

I take this moment to be, myself
Conceived
I my own creation and certain destruction.

Returned to the light
I travel beyond time
Re-born and re-spirited.

The promise I make of myself
At last and forever more
Fulfilled.


(Previously published in Poetry Junction, April 2003)

Laurence Overmire

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/resurrection-8/