Friday, September 10, 2010


Then Jesus, deeply moved again, came to the tomb. It was a cave, and a stone lay against it. Jesus said, “Take away the stone.” Martha, the sister of the dead man, said to him, “Lord, by this time there will be an odor, for he has been dead four days.” Jesus said to her, “Did I not tell you that if you believed you would see the glory of God?” So they took away the stone. And Jesus lifted up his eyes and said, “Father, I thank you that you have heard me. I knew that you always hear me, but I said this on account of the people standing around, that they may believe that you sent me.” When he had said these things, he cried out with a loud voice, “Lazarus, come out.” The man who had died came out, his hands and feet bound with linen strips, and his face wrapped with a cloth. Jesus said to them, “Unbind him, and let him go.” John 11:38-44

Resting the voice came to me electric
shocks messages through my limbs
a voice calling down heaven into this cave
my life of solitude and quiet reawakening
love enters this darkness and I am pulled
yanked from my cocoon by invisible hands.

Twitching from possibility and fright lingering
on my comfortable bed crushing noise stones rolling
light piercing this soft earthen sanctuary
that was my freedom from life's pain and treachery.

Rolling light and wind across my bound chest
my nostrils fill with death and life thrusting
confusion into my lungs held back and swaddled
on the cusp of life on the verge of dying again.

Standing in shadows low hung ceiling lurching
forward to the small possibility of freedom release
from eternal silence and singularity into a dense
forest of family and community struggling
to return aching to be left alone wanting desperately
to live again amongst the color and chaos.

Calling my name draws me into the light known
by name I am no longer the ignored deceased overlooked
no more am I bound by fear or stench but redefined
by love alone.

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