Oed to Eric

With healing hands doth angel touch,
words whispered in bated breath,
quiet consort of spirit with god
as the wholly goes unto death.

With voices raised, in silent plea
fallen gentry become silent spectators
as miracle is preformed before blessed eyes
rosaries clutched and knuckles whitened.

Choir cords echo from chamber walls
the chapel all in one motion sanctify,
dead done and hour past become set in stone
as the sleep of the dead was slept.

Breaths halts and prayer exalts
rise to the diseased! the newly living,
wholly light reseeds as life anew
brings hope and faith to fact.

---

Vicious' poems
the christian gathering