teach me to die,
so I can live,
to die to my
negative internal chatter
telling me that I am not enough,
where can’t and don’t
are repeated in equal measure
keeping me alive,
but a breath of risk
from life itself…
teach me to die,
to fall,
to fail,
my way into real living,
to take the step beyond
my doubts,
and the grave clothes of my minds
churnings, then help me
to bear my power,
to be the real me,
draw me out if hiding,
teach me to die,
that I might live….
The Raising of Lazarus ~ (Icon from a private collection, Athens. 12-13th century) ~ “Though I lie in bonds, O Savior,” Lazarus cried from below to Thee his Deliverer, “yet shall I not remain forever in the depth of Hell, if Thou wilt only call to me, ‘Lazarus, come out;’ for Thou art my Light and my Life.”
Eternal footsteps 