Lazarus Poem by Barry Blander

In a canoe of bark are my daughters of chastity
As the warbling lark, swiftly they paddle down
The running waters of rhapsody;
How they flew down the frothy river's rapids.
Beneath a pale sliver of captured moon
The Prince saddles pearly white Pegasus
And rides until he reaches the desert at noon
There he genuflects in Rapture;
The Prince's name is Lazarus
Waves of the sublime Passion break over him;
Tears like dewdrops form, through them
Early he sees the Ethereal Gaze
Riding the clouds above
Not knowing death or sin all he can do is swoon
His now warm fingers, once swaddled, touching
Your radiant Face of Love
Rise, arise, Oh slumbering Queen
White-winged birds nestle in Your dream
Take flight and soar with Lazarus
Into the Gloried Light.