Maybe We Are All Lazarus

Maybe We Are All Lazarus
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watching a desolate horizon,
terrain typified by its arid foundation,
each step crunching the crumbling earth,

believing existence to be
a perennial wait, but
an urgency looms.

Strata of pain,
the moment it subsides
another limb aches.

Sobbing resounds in the next room.

You know it is your time.

Darkness envelops light
and you welcome it,
for at least it is an ending.

There’s comfort in finality.

Through drooping eyelids
and loping wails,
there’s a warmth.

The darkness was never so dark
that light couldn’t eke out
a millimeter of relief.

A robust gasp and
it’s the arid terrain again,
night giving way

to a new day –
Death is its own rebirth.

Your eyes meet.

You are made new.

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