And Lazarus Experienced Re-Birth

“Lazarus, come out!”
nothingness . . . then blackness . . . turning into murky darkness . . .
tingling . . . burning . . . rising heat . . . excruciating pain . . .
decomposing tissues warming, regenerating . . . flesh born again . . .

a thought . . . what am I . . .
the overpowering smell . . . the roaring sound
eyes struggle open . . . vision hampered by a cloth . . .
limbs twitching, moving . . . sitting up . . . standing . . .

walking into the light . . .
familiar women freeing me from linen wrappings . . .
who am I . . . what has happened . . .
I am Lazarus, risen from the grave!