A Good Friday: The Uprising
Let us go, dear soul, for a stroll!
You help me sing my song.
Two loves the sound that makes a whole
when daybreak hums along.
We’re off to greet the morning sun,
salute a spectral sky.
Like dew, we’ll glisten just for fun
before our last goodbye.
Ascending now, slow and steady,
my eyes relay the scene.
Pick up the pace and get ready,
we know what this will mean.
Goosebumps and grins ~ the day begins,
a laugh under my breathe.
Run past mistakes and mortal sins,
then walk your soul to death.