#lazarus
"Awake, ye sleepless dreamers of dust and breath,
ye fleeting sons of clay and borrowed fire -
Here I rise from Death's untroubled breast
to walk again beneath your rotting sun.
I know the stillness none among you know,
where neither worm,
nor thought,
nor sorrow gnaws,
where Silence builds her alter of endless night,
and crowns Oblivion king of worldy desires.
But lo!
a Voice did rip from me the formless void,
a burning word that pierced the sacred dark
'ARISE'
it cried, and Death itself obeyed,
and I, unwilling, drank of life again.
O cursed gift!
O tyranny of light!
To wake once more within this house of bones,
to feel the lash of Time upon the soul,
to hunger of the night, the blessed, sacred respite from pain.
Ye praise the miracle - blind worms of Earth -
Ye clap your hands and laugh at the great victory appraised,
yet know ye not: to die is to be freed,
and life is yet the heavier chain, unbroken,
unmended,
unrepentant for its toils.
Blind fools that worship the tyrant sun,
afraid of the womb from which ye arose!
Blind fools that build your heavens from passing hours,
and sing the praises of the abhorred flesh!
Only Lazarus knows!
Only Lazarus knows."
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 9:11 PM UTC
You told me you'd never put me in pain.
But tell me, What's your idea of pain?
Because to me,
Pain is sitting at my kitchen table,
Writing about someone who promised me the world,
And then took it back.
To me,
pain is never looking at your friend's eyes the same way,
Because they always remind me of you.
To me,
Pain is thinking someone loves you,
Until they don't,
With no ifs or buts.
What is your distorted,
Delusional,
Idea of pain?
Sep 16, 2021
Sep 16, 2021 at 7:44 PM UTC
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Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 7:59 AM UTC
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Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 8:08 PM UTC
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Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 3:53 PM UTC
The path is getting blurry,
My words are slurry.
Lazarus plot imminent,
Have to be diligent.
My mind has been flayed,
My soul slayed.
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 7:11 AM UTC
Mother of Cowards
by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition"
So unlike the brazen giant of Greek fame
With conquering limbs astride from land to land,
Spread-eagled, showering gold, a strumpet stands:
A much-used trollop with a torch, whose flame
Has long since been extinguished. And her name?
"Mother of Cowards!" From her enervate hand
Soft ash descends. Her furtive eyes demand
Allegiance to her Pimp's repulsive game.
"Keep, ancient lands, your wretched poor!" cries she
With scarlet lips. "Give me your hale, your whole,
Your huddled tycoons, yearning to be pleased!
The wretched refuse of your toilet hole?
Oh, never send one unwashed child to me!
I await Trump's pleasure by the gilded bowl!"
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Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 10:22 PM UTC
O my enemy.
Do I terrify?---
When I look at you:
I am going to look at you while the
napkin is slowly peeled from
my face.
I am going to look at you
while I stand rooted into the ground,
my feet covered in cloth, rooted into reality.
Into the Earth
I manage it---
I have done it again.
I have won the theatrical:
beaten the odds, defeated the Queen--Myself:
a goddess. A God.
Beware.
Beware.
I do not rise like the ashes;
I sink like a charm.
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 4:59 PM UTC
May the words of my mouth
and the meditation of my heart
be pleasing in your sight, LORD,
my Rock and my Redeemer.
Good Morning Beloved
It is good to be among you this morning.
Let us pray….
Gracious Lord
As we sojourn the pathways of life
You have brought us to the places
Of ecstatic splendorous peaks
You have blessed us with resounding joys
You have filled us with good things
The grace of your unconditional love
Is made manifest in the abundant life
you have promised to all your children
We bless you Lord for your provision
And your unfailing unrequited love
You have also humbled us Lord
With times of perplexing trial,
deep sorrows and pointed loss
Our earthly journey
has led us to places
of dread, devastation
sickness and pending death
Our plans and aspirations
Have turned to dust
Our eyes fill with tears
Our crestfallen hearts
have hardened
We fail to receive the
balm of love
We have been routed
We have lost the battle
We have been conquered
by separation, sin and despair
The spirit of life
Has evaporated
From our bodies
All that remains
Are dry bones
Scattered in the
valley of death
hidden by the shadows
In the nadir of our lives
Yet your abiding love
remains the
strong Present Helper
calling us to your light
May we rise from our
Afflictions as Lazarus
did when called by his
beloved friend Jesus
May your grace anoint
Our ears with the sound of
The Great Resurrectors voice
May you stir our hearts
With the wisdom of your will
May you bless our lips
With the grace of prophecy
That we may
Prophesy to the broken
And brittle bones of our lives
Prophecy to the bones
so they may be joined
With sinew and flesh again
May your words
Become flesh
May we walk again
In the land of the living
And rejoin the beloved
At the table of
Your abundant grace
In The Good Deliver's Name
We pray...
Selah
Music:
Eric Dolphy, Come Sunday
Readings,
Ezekiel 37 The Valley of Dry Bones,
John 11, The Death of Lazarus
Prayer of the Dry Bones
Faith Lutheran Church
Lavallette NJ
4th Sunday in Lent
4/2/17
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC
And when I lay dying on floorboards
Totems planked like Tetris
I, liver, gut, blood
Cried my psyche spare me
We all glow like embers
When we start to burn from the inside
And when I lay dying on floorboards
What did we talk about?
Lazarus, you black angel
Why do you linger so
Painful on the edge
Of death and the veil?
Talk to me
It’s just me, it’s just me
It’s just me, it’s just me
And all the awful things you say
It’s just me
It’s just me
It’s just me
It's just me
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 2:31 AM UTC
*"My David don't you worry
This cold world is not for you
So rest your head upon me
I have strength to carry you"
- Lazarus by Porcupine Tree*
When the ways of the world
just seem too much.
When everything just doesn't click together
like they should.
Puzzle pieces that incessantly mock
when they don't fit.
When the tears don't soothe like they
promised they would.
When you're up to your neck,
almost fully submerged.
When the fatigue you feel comes from constantly
treading water.
And desperately you try to
keep yourself afloat.
But relentless storms fail not to threaten,
and rip you asunder.
Remember that we're only here on
borrowed time.
And that the everyday's sun will set
after its daily reign of tyranny.
What good are these arms
if they stayed folded shut.
They only invite you fall deep into me.
Now embosomed, I'll carry you to safety.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
ome orth azarus, come th laz, ome for zus
echo in the winds outside the empty cave;
In the desert an insurrection
to deluge the earth from cauldrons of faith;
Tinderbox by the Dneiper, an interview stolen;
Dance of Ishtar caged, the demiurge call.
Treading on ice, our mortal lives;
Ancient wells wailing with the earth;
A vessel weathering the storm, sinking
now at Galilee.
At Golgotha, by the empty Crucifix;
it all began here in Bethlehem where we wait.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC
I've only been on this earth for 17 years
But already had the good honour of experiencing
evil and good from the youth of my peers
My precious vessel, you deserve nothing but the best
learn from my mistakes and make your life rest
One: The acne on your face does not determine how beautiful you as a person
Neither you're weight, height or stature. Your skin a shade of wonder, wear only the (dna) makeup of me and your father
Two: Your body is your temple, not a museum for those who want to feast on your flesh, for those dead eyes are shady and they want nothing less.
Three: Fall in love with everything around you, the stars, sky and moon. The sound of laughter, the rain drops too. Look from balconies and trees at the veins of the cities. And take pictures of people and weddings, savouring silver white memories.
Four: Make your own mistakes and learn. You are allowed to feel pain, there is still blood in you veins but don't let that sweep you away away away on dandelion heads
Five: Dearest, don't worry for a moment what they think; be prepared when they want to see you sink, respond with dimples, sunshine and light. For this is what makes the darkness strike
Six: Finally My girl love yourself, for all that you are and want to be; the music you love, the food you detest, those long family outings and that boy that you like best.
The list could go on and on with verse and song and book and word but Dear Daughter let this be the basis of your life. Carry it and write it on your flesh beating heart. For your flesh beating heart deserves life in it fullest.
©Rebekah Lazarus 2014
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC