I walk among the living dead,
The zombies of this world
With souls alive but spirits dead.
They follow pleasure for awhile,
And pleasure serves them well
Until it leaves them worn and dry,
Trudging though a desert of sin,
Climbing exhausting mountains--
Deceptive mountains of self-actualization
That lead to tar pits of despair
And wildernesses of self-satisfaction.
But your word can call the dead to life
Can give the spirit bones and flesh
And make it dance and sing for you.
Release your word.
Uncork our mouths.
Unstick our tongues
That words of life may flow out freely;
That some now dead may live.
I have not come to call the righteous but sinners to repentance.
--Jesus, in Luke 5:32
NOTE: I've altered the face in the photo. Could the living dead person be your neighbor? Your friend? Your relative? You?
What if that person came alive spiritually?
Photo and poem ©2008 James L. Swindle