I was looking for an uplifting poem this afternoon. The day after the bombing in Manchester, England, I wanted something that spoke of hope and life and love.
I think the poem below fits the bill.
Saint Marty is praying for peace in the world today.
If I Was Dead
by: Carol Ann Duffy
If I was dead,
and my bones adrift
like dropped oars
in the deep, turning earth;
or drowned,
and my skull
a listening shell
on the dark ocean bed;
if I was dead,
and my heart
soft mulch
for a red, red rose;
or burned,
and my body
a fistful of grit, thrown
in the face of the wind;
if I was dead,
and my eyes,
blind at the roots of flowers,
wept into nothing,
I swear your love
would raise me
out of my grave,
in my flesh and blood,
like Lazarus;
hungry for this,
and this, and this,
your living kiss.
Speak hope.
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