Epiphany

The sun rises rises in my soul. The rays dance and  explode

like lyrics hitting the ear.

I am the song. Illusions

shatter like glass. I morph into a dazzling tapestry of

shadow and  light. The

setting sun no longer reminds me of

death. The startling flashes of brilliant color ignites

the sky as the source, wrapped in a ball of light,

slowly falls. It

weeps and does not see its magnificent beauty,

but like all survivors, it will rise. I will rise.

This world will be lit by thousands of balls of light. You and me.

The homeless man scrounging for a morsel of meat. We will all be a flash of beauty.

We are all connected by a cord. This cord will sing our song, our story for eternity.

There shall be darkness and rot. There shall be turmoil and the 

fallen.

But we will rise rise rise.

I do not know what awaits after this life. But, for the first time I am home.