Pietà

Howling cries echo through the shadows
the living struggle with the dying,
mourning souls lose hope, their faith in Him.

A small shrine to his undying past,
Houses a body lying lifeless, naked and free of sin
Resurrected to carry the burdens of the saved
Every drop of his love drained tirelessly
From his slow pulsing veins.

A flickering of light, unnoticed by wandering eyes,
carries a flame of hope, a glimpse
into the beauty of the unknown,
into the life without his miracles.

His breathing slows, hands clinging to him
fluttering eyes go blank, death has claimed
its most welcoming victim, relief fills
the empty body, freedom at last.