Resurrection. Easter (iii)

This is no Lazarus As Lazarus was,

Shuffling out of the damp cave

Enveloped by sweltering heat,

Squinting slit-eyed through burial cloths 

Into blinding sunlight, discombobulated

By an unexpected awakening, disorientated

by hearing His premature name call

Only to be welcomed back later , a second time,

Into death's cold hungry embrace.

Rather, it is the prelude

To the imperishsble eternal order

Where the old order is reversed

Where death

Is swallowed up

By Life

And to die

Is gain,

It is said.