He Awoke and Came to Me While I Was Sitting Shiva

As surely as my heart fails, my love will come to me.
 My doubt will not prevail; my death cannot prevent Him.
 Oh, cowardice, how you take from me.
 (Or is it strength?)
 I know not.
 Truly I concede this.
 How beautiful that His Spirit returns for me,
 As elation brawls for dominion of my soul.
 Now I recall how I thought I found Him sleeping.
 But He was only still,
 And His eyes were filling me with strength prepared for death.
 Oh, cowardice, how you take from me.
 (Or is it strength?)
 I know not.
 Truly I concede this.
 I forgot that His Spirit was more than habitation.
 But how he kills my doubt before the loss can claim my life.
 I know the Spirit lives even in the blackest places.
 His love still weighs heavily upon my soul.