Semicolon

　　If a man die, shall he live again

　　It`s just a pause; I wanted to write in a period

　　so badly,

　　to ease off my shoes and weary bones and flit

　　in spirit,

　　continue exploring the cosmos of God,

　　dance in

　　the love that fuels the eternal beginnings of things

　　like me,

　　but in death, as in life, my hand shapes the beginnings

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　　that comma hovering under the period, the moment

　　of rest

　　I long for but know I must leave suspended in

　　the air

　　for another day; although the heavens dazzle,

　　captivate me,

　　Earth is a one-time cruise—enjoy the proud palms

　　and rush

　　of ocean air or mighty crowns of mountains or

　　streaming, glittering

　　sand or mist of God-sent rain greening the ground;

　　enjoy the lush,

　　barbaric, fierce, sweet ride that always ends in death—

　　dangerous living,

　　and I must return; she needs me; he fears the end

　　and I

　　can blaze a new understanding of death`s door;

　　my children

　　will be raised by me once more;

　　periods

　　are for the dead and fearful—

　　and I`m going back