A poem from my life long ago - but worth remembering - maybe for someone out there.
My Lazarus heart is alive and well
and I am human for the first time.
The shriveled and unraveled rope
is woven into a virgin tapestry
of a stronger and iridescent beauty.
It is the solstice of a prolific season.
The days are revelations and
the long instruction time was needed
for the lessons to be meaningful.
The hurting time that seemed eternal
has a healing and healthy end in sight
that can never be forgotten or tempered,
my heart now dedicated to reality and truth.
I leave that previously unknown abyss,
that place without God that is now known to me.
I am on the road less traveled
and my Lazarus heart is alive and well.