Do Not Bury Him...

D Dorothy Kardas, Psy.D. Th.D. Dorothy Kardas, Psy.D. Th.D.
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Within the House of God, coffin positioned in front of the altar, and a rabble of mourners on the left ready and willing of putting its contents into the ground (blank - where treasure is found!) clued in, that coffin contained one racked by cancer and believably was dying or was - by now - dead dead or dying? ! Why - dead set - on burying if dying and hysterical wailing, crying instead of assisting the dying? Approached the coffin dead set on assisting the dying ravaged by cancer and pain believably dying or dead subduing strenuous dread opened the coffin of the by now dead or still dying in spite of the mob's intent and ill-timed sobbing and crying What a reward of - dead set - trying! Beholding, beyond praise, completely Alive, Immaculate, Infallible, Radiant Face! Exultation, jubilation, celebration, instant transformation... while beholding beyond praise, Most Pure, Most Innocent, Perfect, Radiant Face! Running outside of the House of God, the mob of mourners screaming "miracle! " scattered in every direction, leaving again Him alone as after all the miracles in the past He steadily and mercifully performed that outlast... In black garments covering also His Divine Head, walked away slowly - the One they thought was dead, and Cross-ed through the gateway - still left alone, as I hesitantly tread in the opposite way home, then, the most Familiar Figure - most Familiar Spirit and I at same instant suddenly came to a dead stop, my entire being overflowing with inconceivable hope, turning, facing each other with power beyond words, hearing the noises and faded celebration of noxious hordes, approached Him and looking down - to my indescribable joy saw most familiar sandals and heard a resonant Voice, pronouncing secret orders and final instruction, laying down the law, showing to heavenly realm door and pronouncing intelligibly "Sin NO more..." Departing, I hid myself in familiar childhood bushes to avoid danger that was all around me... remained - dead set - on allowing Him to sculpt, mold and cast voicing the admonishment: "Do NOT bury HIM! " "Let HIM LIVE IN US! "

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