THREADS

Threads

This fine linen, silken thread
Adorns my body
Holds my head, and
Ties me to the lonely earth:
It wraps me to the dead

Come free me of these woven chains
And let me feel the
Sun again, and
Rip the garment, tear away
The sorrow and the shame

Cold, decaying, aching bones
In darkness dwell
Beneath the stones, I
Sink forgotten, out of time
And leave the world alone

And yet I chose these clothes I wear
In sunlit lands, I
Wove them there, now
Hid, unseen, their fine array
Is lost to dark despair

And do I dream within the deep?
Of someone tender, strong
But sweet, who
Calls my name from time beyond
To wake me from my sleep?

I, Lazarus, once light, once free
Now bound in threads
Of destiny, I
Wait to hear the call once more
Still reaching out to me