…and he that was dead came forth…John 11:44a
Obedience
Golden pavement.
I am actually walking on golden pavement
With an angel named Michael.
I think I might be experiencing the indescribable joy plants know:
Photosynthesis.
But I hear His voice
From some other dark world
I vaguely recall.
It is haunting me
Yelling my name.
He won’t ask me.
He loves me, this I know.
He won’t make me leave
This place.
God, please
Let me stay here.
I love it here.
“Lazarus!”
I want to run
Flee from His call
“Lazarus!”
But I can’t-
I love Him
I will do whatever He asks,
Even leave
Heaven.
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“Lazarus! Come Forth!”
The stench
I fear I will vomit
And these grave clothes
Will trap the vile contents
Of my diseased abdominal cavity
Against my re-cursed skin.
I hate this skin.
I walk in darkness
Toward Him
When they remove the bandages,
I see His face.
He’s been weeping.
