Saturday, May 4, 2013

What, then, has death become?

April 23, 2011
by Alana Roberts

Sir, we have heard of your death.
To die thus is plainly brutal.
But when we came to your tomb
the sweet smell astonished us.

You spoke once of white, painted tombs
that reek of corruption within.
Your tomb is shameful outside,
the grave of a malefactor,
but inside the breath is forever ravishing,
more than lavender and cloves.
What, then, has death become?

1 comment:

Jim Swindle said...

Thanks for sharing this really excellent poem. Death is defeated in Jesus.