in icy desolation sleeps

in icy desolation sleeps

A Poem by RuseInex

in icy Desolation sleeps


There’s a body lying underground
in the frozen north
right near and passed en route
through the northwest passage
in icy desolation sleeps

therein lies with his blue eyes
gazing skyward heaven bound
in darkness icy desolation sleeps

but between his eyes and that open sky
is pitch of darkness black
sealed shut by tons of ice
and frozen grave
mixed by ancient snow
in icy desolation keeps

like the words beyond of space
the coldest words expressed
sealed shut in coffin trapped
short space of hewn wood carved
by hand of carpenter’s long gone

there’s a body therein
frozen block of flesh and ice
past the turn near
two centuries ago
in icy desolation sleeps

his name quite forgotten by our time
he died young a man premature
awaiting for his dream become reality
of having helped to find the shorter route
yet in icy desolation sleeps

between britain and china’s coasts
the famous infamous
northwest passage route
in icy desolation sleeps

for just a bit of time
he was excavated brief
some relief it was
his corpse for science sake released
made my soul fill with grief

to see him still intact
as if only as asleep
for it firmly fixed
upon my mind
the fact that he existed
suspended silent affirmation
that he lived on ship and was
a part of all our history

one day i’d like to meet him
upon celestial deck of golden wood
upon a sea of purest spray and foam
roiling with the winds of God’s holy breath
to take his hand in mine with a royal kiss
raise him from death's icy grip
and bring him to my breast
thaw his icy desolate sleep
and cry, Oh death,
where's your victory now!

his resurrected life filled form
his warm heart thumping
keeping time with mine
his voice melodic pitched on high
exult and lift
his holy name our God
you who are the resurrection
and the life
who lazarus of old
you brought him
back from the dead

you who are the great I AM
will bring us all alive again

oh, my long lost brother
come up with me
into His eternal day of rest
we enter in to sail
on again along the way
as the ocean gales stream
through your golden hair
to bring us all who believe
bright forever shores!

© 2018 RuseInex


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RuseInex
RuseInex

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