ζῆν Χριστὸς καὶ τὸ ἀποθανεῖν κέρδος.
zēn christos kai apothanein kerdos


I look down at my hands
these are not my own

I continue to try to scope with my weak eyes
these are not my eyes

I rise and my bones ache aches joints and I shake
these are not mine I said these are not mine

I wake up in the morning and feel the sunlight on my face
the beating my heart does as it feels love approach like invisible mist

there it says there he holds our destiny there
almost ejecting itself from my body my heart pounds

hold fast I say and can hardly contain
for what can I do to hold back such a strong longing
I feared my death was appraoching

faster my heart did beat as the sun did shine
mine it said mine mine all mine
the glory and destruction of this temple

break me down and build me up it babbled

for what could I do but long for it too
if my heart did take me then like the wind
I too would blew

but I did not go this day
for one thing alone made me stay
my heart decided to delay
and this one thing did it say:

to live Christ and to die gain

I guess it was a toss up
to die another day