Lord Of All

As I break the bonds of this mortal flesh,
And set free my spirit from gravity's hold,
I set my mind on the Shepherd of Paradise,
To confirm my assumptions, of this One I call Lord.

I start out my journey, on hands and knees,
Slowly crawling through epistles of old,
Hungry, I search for crumbs of wisdom,
To ease the pangs, in the belly of my soul.

Seeking sustenance, for building my strength,
I find a piece of honeycomb, and a broiled fish,
It helped me to grasp, one aspect of Jesus,
Completely a man, but yet God in the flesh.

Now thirsty, I found a woman by a well,
She gave me a drink, then started to cry,
She told me of a well of living water,
A well of the Spirit, that would never run dry.

Departing, wandering, I passed by a tomb,
Open, and empty, folded grave clothes left inside,
Just then, a man approached, tears streaming down his face,
He shouted, "He's not there!, He's alive!, He's alive!"

As I pondered on all I had just seen and heard,
A sense of peace flooded my mind, and my soul,
My contemplative journey, had come to an end,
The God I now serve, is indeed, Lord of all.