My poem: “Seated at the right hand”

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

‘Seated at the right hand’ is from my Kindle eBook “Gas Station Road Map”:

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