Like Lazarus

May 26

A Poem by Alexis Ragan

Originally Published in http://thewayback2ourselves.com

“This sickness will not end in death. No, it is for God’s glory so that God’s Son may be glorified through it.” — John 11:4

I missed spring willfully last year,

found myself stuck in a hopeless grave

like Lazarus, when he lost

life long before his time.

I have come back from the dead,

yes, and the longest slumber of my

existence has finally come to an end.

There was One who loved me,

One who knew how to resuscitate

those that felt the sting of death

press them into their premature beds —

“Life and life abundantly!”

I weep loudly, and shake off the robes

of my ghost-self to see just what

I had been dreaming about when

I was in that dark, unforgiving cave. Light,

and light abundantly spills out of

my resurrected soul, because of Christ,

I walk out, eternally whole.

Light Spill