Steve Skiver   -  

I don’t remember the day I died.

I sometimes wish I could.

There were witnesses, so I know it happened.

There is documentation, somewhere stuck in a drawer.


If I could remember the day I died,

Would I be able to live knowing,

Live holding, no, clinging to the fact

I will never die again?


I witness others on their day

And rejoice the washing from death to life.

I tell myself to remember,

Remember the day I died.


Dead and buried with Christ

Saint Paul says twice*

Raised from the dead

Alive with Christ, baptized.



*Romans 6:4, Colossians 2:12


Steve Skiver