I’m not dead; I was just, like you and me, asleep for a while…

I’m cast adrift, in a state of
suspended animation, from
everything I’ve ever known,
only hearing from afar my
sisters’ voices that have
strange and thrilling
resonance.

There’s a sunburst I now
see zooming in, in this unfamiliar
terrain, swirling around like
a luminous rosette. The light
draws me in yet pushes me back
when I’m lured into it like a moth.

I struggle against this encirclement
of light that seems to disown me,
leaving me stuck in limbo where
there’s space to see none as here
or there nor up or down, and
neither past nor tomorrow.

I only hear the sounds of grief
Maria and Martha, my sisters, wail,
not wailed, over my death to my sad
lament, in this, my town of Bethany.
When I’m about to fall into deep
slumber, I hear a stone being rolled
and a thunder like the sound of many
waters says: “Lazarus, come forth!!!”

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  • sheilanewton on Dec 10, 2011

    Well, my friend Buzz, this is an extraordinary poem, full of wild imagination. And the language in the telling is superb.

  • Phoenix Montoya on Dec 11, 2011

    This is biblical kabs, well done.

  • rama devi nina on Dec 12, 2011

    Ditto what Shelia said!

  • Buzz J on Dec 24, 2011

    Thanks friends! Merry Christmas!

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