Resurrection
Let all the lights die out in midwinter darkness
just for the sake and the pleasure
of the constant resurrection,
for nothing dies but to revive again;
and thus we all shall meet again,
if not in this eternity, the next one,
if not in life, then after death,
the certainty of life being
the constant resurrection
of every life and joy and pleasure,
of every friendship lost and love,
for that's the only true and certain doomsday –
the prolongation of eternity,
the making of each memorable moment
an eternity of constancy
to never stop existing as a joy forever.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2008-12-27 at 15:47
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