Resurrection is real.
I know this because my heart stopped beating,
just for a minute,
but it has stopped.
It's a frightening feeling being lifeless whilst blood still pumps through your veins,
being alive whilst your emotions portray death.
People can die whilst their heart still beats.
Slowly and painfully,
life draining from their body whilst their brain fails to switch off.
The art of resurrection is to find the anchor that keeps you surviving,
discovering the part of yourself that you believed was lost forever.
That's true resurrection.
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Author:
samuelC (
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- Published: July 28th, 2017 05:07
- Category: Unclassified
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