LOOSED AND FLOATING

No one asked Lazarus how it was
or why he arrived back breathless.
He looked stunned.
Why he was without comment
nor thanking his good friend who called
him forth.
Afterwards he sat quietly in a corner,
his eyes whirling like comets from the night sky.
When his Sister Mary inquired
why his heart was racing
faster than a great cat across the land
he only smiled, and took a moment to say:
” I was loosed and floating.
Now I am caught again in life’s net.”
His voice rose like the wind before the final storm.
And then he reached out for wine and bread and
life itself.

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About christineemmert

Words have been part of my life. First the spoken word in my time as an actress and increasingly the written word in my shift to writer. I write across the genres, but mostly as a playwright and poet. My interest as my life extends is in the realm of tethering myth to the mundane reality where I live. In this vein I have expanded into stories and novels. Presently I look at how myths taken from past cultures can affect us today. Hence my novella of Lilith which is out on Kindle . I live in the Eastern Woodlands where I try to incorporate nature into my many writing projects. We are so in danger of losing that link to our very planet!
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