........Meet Me Down The Road A Bit Poem by elysabeth faslund

I did not want the sepulchre
Nor stone door
Nor womens' tears...
Three days...
I never died, just
Down the Road a bit.

Shedding thorn crown,
Releasing rusted nails,
Laughing with Lazarus
All the while...
I never died, just
Down the Road a bit.

I do not revere Death.
I will not wash feet.
Such breathing flowers
Bloom,
Sins denounce the Holy...
I never died, just
Down the Road a bit.

Step off beaten Paths, and
Here I wait for you...just
Down the Road a bit...