Dead

Am I dead? Am I dead, oh Lord?

Then I need you not to save me

Not to heal me

But to raise me from the dead!

You are the source of life. You are.

I walk living dead emphasizing living

But death cannot be pretended

It’s the domain where You are not.

Can I grab you Lord with my bare hands?

Can I stretch you in my arms?

To listen to your words as if I could touch them

To see you, Lord, to see you smile

And say all is well because you are there

Here with me in the valley, in the shadow and in death

Here with me.

cspellot 2008