Inside of Me

Evermore

"Nevermore," quoth the raven. "Nevermore."

"Nevermore is for cold December and fright," I said.

I closed my bedroom door.

"Evermore," says a new voice. "Evermore."

I run to the window, pushing it open.

Morning light kisses my skin. It is of new life and a new day.

"Evermore," says the dove. "Evermore."

I climb down from my window to the garden.

The air is crisp from night, but not for much longer.

"Evermore," says the dove. "Evermore."

I follow the bird to the cross. The one that stands above all others.

'Tis Easter morning. Of new life and beginnings.

"Evermore."