The Raising of Lazarus

Poem by Michael Saunders

by Michael Saunders 18th June 2021

for Graham Shaw (1944-2021)

Lazarus, hope of my spring self,
held in this black earth,
resting beneath the hollow of a tree.
And then Yeshua finds you,
his tired and tender hands reach you;
and, exhausted, he pulls you
from the dark, he brings you
to the green warmth of this morning,
to the starfield of snowdrops
filling with birdsong. 

Michael worships with Friends of the Light – UK, at Woodbrooke.