Last night I paid an unauthorised visit to the grave of one I knew so well and loved and laughed and played with unaware that all the while I played I was dead and buried My death certificate fully on display in the garden of Jo of Arimathea And grace sat closely by my side and pointed at the tombstone where it read "Buried here in 33 A.D .. Steeped into the death of one who bled on Calvary" The blurred name more and more familiar now upon the weathered mossy stone ................. Yes! No doubt about it .. it was my very own . Still lured to leave the path of peace .. I heard that breaking of the mound of clay a rattling as ancient bits of bones rewound the tape of former foolishness and there I lay... feeling one million volts of long abandoned lust .. Proverbs threatened me the Rephaim, the fallen fools, were there ... But Grace whispered I was justified and soon to meet the C...