After Galatians 4:1-7
The sounds of
metal
around my
wrists, my ankles,
chilling sounds
ringing
my heart with
iron,
until a voice,
not mine,
calls out,
come out, you
Lazarus,
come out, you
are free,
you are alive.
The stone rolls
away.
A choice: slave
or son.
A call: slave or
son.
A decision:
chains or freedom.
The grace: following
down
from the tree on a hill.
The blood:
washing white
washing right
washing cleaning
washing free.
Painting: The raising of Lazarus (Mount
Sinai, 12th century).
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