Tell me, O eyes, gentle of yours;
How does fear stroke your heart?
Tell me, O heart, brave of yours;
How does it saturate your soul?
Tell me, O life, fragile of yours;
Are you redeemed, or lost forever?
Lightning bursts in the sky like veins;
A deafening thunder, and life drains.
You burn, your bark explodes and splits;
You bleed, drowning in sleep as I dig pits.
A tide of terror and agony consumes me;
As they snicker at the apocalypse of a tree.
Stay awhile, even as life draws you to a close;
Pray tell, is your road towards Him Who rose?
You only smile, and oh! I dread your silence;
Do you blame me for their acts of defiance?
You brush my cheeks like a salty sea-breeze;
And I fall away, as leaves swirling over seas.
Yet I'm loved, for His mighty arms catch me;
Called in the song of His voice, now I truly see.
So I obey, His tear drops are the ink for me;
Praying for you, who remains an alive Tree.
Unknown to us is when the pages end;
Live wisely for after life, none can amend.
Hearts cease to beat, but abides the souls;
Here's a path through sea, one over coals.
I write to you, reminding that the now is ours;
Forever begins after the valley ends in hours.
I shall be with my Father in the flowering-fields;
Embracing the light after the suffering He heals.
Or I shall suffer burns in the endless ocean of fire;
Without my Father, my spirit fading away in dire.