Angel Heart Resurrected
poem by Zayra Yves
Thousands of years ago, I was buried with lions.
I was sacrificed to serve a king in the after life.
They anointed my body with holy oils -
cedar, cinnamon and myrrh
and wrapped me in the finest Egyptian linen.
My body was embalmed and entombed.
My musical instruments, memories,
and songs were immersed with me
as an eternal slave.
Thousands of years ago I was buried
with lions and kings...
until the cry of humanity in distress
seeking to forgive itself,
seeking to love and understand,
seeking to know the mystery,
to know their sacred beginnings...
caused the scorpion sting in my soul to heal
and pulled me from the clay
of a reframed earth.
Thousands of years ago
I was buried with lions and kings,
until I heard the plea
from your heart,
painted in blue and lover's gold,
ready to fly on the wings of compassion.
It was you who resurrected my song
from an ancient grave.
And, here I am today
to sing of how beautiful
you truly are.
- copyright 2010
