I stood at the threshold
Between life and death,
Called up my courage
As breath followed breath.
Day followed day
And with the passage of time,
I knew that victory
Would certainly be mine.
Rejoicing in my triumph,
Celebrating each day,
I cried with joy
On my resurrection day.
I stand in the sun –
Feel it’s warmth on my skin,
And bow to my creator
As once more I begin.
© Debra Shiveley Welch 2014
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