LazarusA Poem by riskrapperLazarus raised from the dead The Raising of Lazarus Guercino choices embrace things that sickens enslaves maims kills unbound yourself loose your chains turn away from the dungeon that has become your death chamber you alone crafted with such deft skill you exiled yourself hid away from the living inhabiting a convenient confinement relishing the deceitful pleasures of an addled mind a twisted portrait of a shackled self living inside the dark abode of your head bumping about in unmapped caves dwelling in a place that no one could find nor dare explore you heap stones at the door providing your only means of escape safely entombed in your vapid delusions a decrepit graveyard an abandoned township of lonely sarcophagi long forgotten by the moldering bodies of the city's ghostly citizens you reek with the stench of death you murdered yourself and became dead to us But Jesus wept over your self denigration never forsaking your favored condition The Good Friend lifted you from Edens dust and showered you with fine things yet you found no joy in the gift of solace the might of grace the balm of love the rest of peace all only heaped torments upon you your sisters wailed in grief imploring The Resurrector to make you whole he only shrugs and extends a palm unloose the rags of your swaddled grief unbound yourself Lazarus come out and walk amongst the living again put down your stones the hand is nigh choose well my friend You Tube Video St. Alban's Bible Study 7/09 jbm © 2012 riskrapper |
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