Alive

Of all my moments, only this can be of my greatest. To have bent my knee and bowed my head beyond the rise of my broken back, prostrate in prayer and supplication to something so great that the eye cannot see its light. Its name is too many to number. Its deeds so great that it would create life with a single word. Yet still, I approach the feet of something such as this submissively suppling a willful sacrifice, the sacrifice it gave me of its own - life. Only then does life seem alive. It were not worth living if it were alone - that is why this is my best moment - to be broken and dead so he can breath live back into this flesh and bones for one for day, that he make use for them again.