The Dead lie, upside down in the earth’s gut, bodies shredded in sharp crags and rotting in pocked holes of rocks ancient with the terrors of time.
The Living dance, twirling on the dewy fields of cushioned green, faces washed in stars aged by the tumbling of time.
The spritely souls that tread on the spinning surface can’t see, can’t feel, can’t touch the fathomless decay that turns and turns and churns the loam soundlessly, steadily, endlessly…
Do the dead hear the echo of the calloused heel crunching a pinecone?
Do the living lament the legions lying under their pulsing bodies?
All the world is a graveyard, all the soil is a blanket. Gently it covers the broken voices of the past. Snowdrops hang their flowering faces and weep, reaching roots deep to entwine hands with the dead.
What lies with the dead is an unseen spark; ember-red earth mingled with ruby-red flame. A song gathers in the bowels of the earth, note by note – ringing, soaring, roaring in its caverns, rattling long-awaiting gemstones loose.
Their souls crowned with sapphire, eyes alight with emerald, the dead will rise, rise from the underside of the earth. Dusty fragments of bones will seep like mist from the soil, gathering under the heavens to re-form. The snowdrops will raise their heads and see a stripe of glory shooting across the sky. The stars will glow and the earth’s belly will heal:
The tremor of time will come.
And the living will look on and wonder…
But now, now under the fragrant jasmine and velvet twilight, can the living dance for the dead? Can they delight in what once was, mourn what is now, and watch for what will come?
Yes dance, dance all you that breathe and live and move.
But do not forget that resurrection surges beneath your feet.
This piece was originally published on Christina Brown’s website and published with Cultivating by request.
The featured image is courtesy of Julie Jablonski and is used here with her gracious permission for Cultivating and The Cultivating Project.
Christina Brown is an artist who loves Beauty and the multifaceted ways in which it manifests itself in our lives. Though primarily a writer, it is her dream to pick up her painters brush again someday and attempt to partially capture, through life’s fleeting snapshots, the sublimity and goodness of our God. Christina lives at the foothills of the Rocky mountains in Colorado with her two beautiful children and gracious husband, and will not be found at any time of day without something delicious to drink. Her favorites include cappuccinos, iced tea, sparkling water, and her husband’s lovingly crafted cocktails.