They say 

Dead men tell no tales 

But if ever I were to tell a tale 

There is only one tale worth telling 

A tale that would never leave my lips

I would tell the story 

Of The Man I encountered 

In a place no one would expect

To meet A Man of His Stature 

He caused me to turn 

He told me 

His Name is Love 

His Face, it shines brighter than the sun 

His Face lit up my countenance 

His Eyes, they are flames of fire 

They rekindled the spark in my own gaze

They lit up my bones, my bosom, my heart  

His Hands, they carry healing 

He lifted me, carried me in His Wings

His Wings, they are imbued with healing

He loved me without reservation 

He gave me His Life 

And with His Life 

He gave me a new Name 

And suddenly, as day follows night 

His Day broke out after my night

Suddenly, 

The sun felt warm against my skin again

Reminding me of His Glorious Splendour 

At the break of dawn

Suddenly 

The morning breeze 

Carried a reminder of His Promises  

Suddenly, the flowers started to bloom again

They mirrored The Life He planted inside me

Suddenly 

The leaves, they started to sway again

They radiated His Peace 

The birds, they started to chirp again

They sang of Him too 

Suddenly

The world around me 

Started to spin again 

He restored its color 

Everything started to speak of Him

For Him, I would die 

Infinite times over 

For when I die

He lives in Me

And I wouldn’t have it 

Absolutely any other way.