Uprise

In the spirit
moving through the visible
and into the invisible
Entering the shadow of death,
where only a perpetual dusk exist
He opened my eye through the mist
around me was misery and all manner of horror
In the steep valley below the high mountain
many ten thousands gone
the hunter and all his prey
scattered people-
a diaspora
the hunter and his prey
Can he come up out of his grave?
God only knows.
Where is that good Spirit?
The one you told me about.
You remember? The one you said
would come, and cause my Uprising.

Revive us, in the midst of the years, O God, cause us to live again.
And in the time of trouble remember mercy.

Shalam,
Zarach