Resurrection, a Sonnet

Pull away the muslin, wash the sleep from my eyes
That the stretch of years have painted in familiar hew
Fill the urns of my flesh with waters anew
Open the windows of my breath ~ To utter sighs
Of sleep sloughed off with the caress of dawn
A wash of newness and light refreshing
My limbs to stretch from sleep awakening
What held them down ~ My sin now gone
This dance I dance like cicadas in resurrection
I too am disgorged, by the rare throes of grace
To new life ~ washed clean of that slightest trace
Of stain or blemish or black insurrection
Cleansed and awakened by the Lord Jesus Christ
Bought by his blood at tremendous, yet so free of price


ELAshley
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