Lazarus Comes Out
“... Jesus called out in a loud voice,
‘Lazarus, come out!’...” John 11:43
You arouse me
from tattered dreams of grief.
I rise, rapt, unraveling,
gravely aching for simplicity:
an untethered kiss,
a warm sip of morning,
some revelation of heaven.
You weave flaxen moonlight
from spun, divine lunacy;
I want to strip off this linen,
melt in a lover’s silken touch,
loosen one heart with my song.
I am too lame to speak,
too blind to understand
your invitation to live or my urge
to dance instead with the dying.
“... Jesus called out in a loud voice,
‘Lazarus, come out!’...” John 11:43
You arouse me
from tattered dreams of grief.
I rise, rapt, unraveling,
gravely aching for simplicity:
an untethered kiss,
a warm sip of morning,
some revelation of heaven.
You weave flaxen moonlight
from spun, divine lunacy;
I want to strip off this linen,
melt in a lover’s silken touch,
loosen one heart with my song.
I am too lame to speak,
too blind to understand
your invitation to live or my urge
to dance instead with the dying.