Pondering what it is to be called into life, looking at the Biblical story of Lazarus raised from the tomb. Pondering the tombs we find ourselves in, tombs of our own creation and tombs we stumble unwittingly into. Pondering that sometimes we wake up, or are woken up by life and love, and a deep desire to be made whole…

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A deep breath shocked me, woke me,

broke into me,

there in the darkness, responding to life’s call

blood pumped again, coursing through my veins

life….

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New life,

life called out of hiding

life was demanding life of me…

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…but I was bound,

bound in the grave clothes of tales I told myself

over and over…

my doubts and fears were holding me…

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yet my blood was pumping,

my heart was pounding

what had long laid dead,

was fully alive…

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alive and called to life,

by life,

for life,

called out into a spacious place…

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so bound, to be unbound

I answered life’s call

and came stumbling into the light

where love continues to unbind me…