Lazarus Hope

This day he is risen, he is risen indeed,

Both liturgy and hymn confess it is so.

Yet morning light, through the window,

Only a dawning of another day of need,

Heralds.

John the revelator, beloved and exiled,

Witnessed the great dragon cast down,

By a son of man draped in crystal gown,

Crucified lamb, risen Lord of all reconciled,

Behold.

Chapels to cathedrals, in epochs of waiting,

So my own journey,  in a smattering of days

Luster's dimming radiance of languishing rays,

The eucharistic gospel with the fire abating,

Grows cold.

Still, Lazarus and Thomas cannot forget,

That cherished behold the fragility of death,

Cold bodies and spirits quiver with new breath,

Charity and hope overshadow sorrow and regret.

As foretold,

As retold.

Hope,

Still.