Reverberate

“…He’s dead.”

Everything in me was about to come undone at the seams.

Everything that I am—obliterated.

Wiped out like the dust of a chalkboard.

Shattered and thrown out, never to be considered again.

Every part of me, 

every fiber of my being rendered void – invalid – NONEXISTENT – untrue – WITHOUT VALUE.

All in just a moment.

A moment that would undo all that I am and all that I do and all that I have.

Like a vapor. Gone.

If You were truly dead.

She needed truth.

I needed truth.

Every particle in the atmosphere, seen and unseen, needed to hear the Truth, 

lest it all melt away and cease to exist.

After all, it, too, would be meaningless.

Purposeless.

And what can exist without purpose?

What has been placed here, given, and done without purpose from God above, God within, God all around?

Maybe she made a mistake.

Maybe she would realize she slipped in her words.

That, yes, You walked the earth, but You do not fit in the category with those who remain in the grave.

“Jesus is ALIVE.”

Her eyes avoided mine.

Her agile words became the hurdles her now leaded tongue staggered over.

Suffocating. Heavy laden. Fattened and starved. 

All she had to hold was her candy-coated demise. 

She did not know. She did not see. Her heart did not understand.

Deliver those who are 
drawn toward death,

and hold back those 
stumbling to the slaughter.

Proverbs 24:11