Not everything needs to be instant.
After three days He rose again;
Perfection in human form.

Spring has finally begun,
White cherry blossoms have sprung.
They pepper the sky,
Like candy cane on a high.
My vocals in delight reached out and sung!

Someone who lives authentically, their true self,
Unafraid of what people think.

Tic tok;
Seconds, turn into
minutes, stock
up hours through
days,
months, blur into
years.
I have been given life.
Good, bad, joys and tears,
Everything; strife.
Tic Tok,
Strikes the clock of time;
Precious moments
are thus mine.
Tic Tok.

Holy Spirit
You bring everything back to life.
You are life,
I can hope in you.
Extinguish darkness.
Drown out the lies.
Be the continual thread,
That leads me back to thee.

It always feels
forever out of reach;
the finish line,
that momentous victory speech.

Death hath befallen us
Of a patient and kind
Resident, curious
She often quietly sat, her mind
Observing, empathising, harmonious.
She now leaves behind
Her memories; ghosts of good times?