The sounds of metal

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, 12^th century).