When you finally
gained the strength
or courage
to roll back the stone
that had kept me dead
to you
for three days or years
(I’m not sure)
I was missing
or hiding
from our love
and the bandages that
covered my emotional wounds
were not folded neatly
because they were still draped
from my head and limbs
and fluttered and whipped
during my ascension and then
ignited and burned during re-entry
peeling away damaged skin
and the pain and despair
of my shame and
your disappointment
so that I can once again be
pure and whole and strong
and once again will
claim my seat
at the right hand
of you
—
copyright 2013 Steven Harz
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