'Since your breakdown, Michael,
you've changed out of all recognition...'
Was I supposed to feel flattered,
since this was evidently meant as a compliment -
leaving a vapour trail of implications
about past behaviour across the clear sky of my mind?
No, I did not feel flattered;
though agreeably unconcerned
about the degree of un-observation in an old friend;
how could he not see
that I was as I ever was, though
minus some things I could happily do without,
acquired along the way?
Now I can begin to imagine Lazarus
called back from the dead,
unwinding his lifetime's shroud -
you wake up with a touch of cramp
to see a goggle-eyed bunch of familiar faces
telling you some frankly unbelievable story
in which you appear as the unwitting
central character; apart of course from Him;
and you should feel grateful for this?
when you're a beggar, the milk bill's not been paid,
and you're right out of wild honey?
Ah, here's the pay-off
that the Bible omits to mention -
(unless I'm some special case) -
that like Lazarus, I entered the breakdown van
the world's beggar,
and emerged, a hell-and-back,
with new-found freedom and happiness,
and not a little gratitude,
rich beyond riches.
nice one michael, the poem suggests new possiblities on each reading.
Thank you Joell, but the mention of Kuebler Ross spoiled my weekend. No further comment. H
Michael, your thoughtful poem reminds me of this quote by Elizabeth Kubler Ross 'people are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within'. Thank you for this lovely piece about life's trials and the lessons they offer. Happy Easter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've often wondered how Lazarus must have felt when he came back from the dead. I liked this poem because of its simple honesty with more than a dollop of dry wit.