Friday, July 08, 2016

Poem - Nain

Nain
O. Kris Widmer
July 8, 2016

On Luke 7:11-17…for Stephanie Haddad
Three Word Wednesday:  Required Words: taboo, taut, tattered.


The gauze held his gaze.

Of course it was taboo for Him to touch it!
Still He did, and still they gasped.
His hands moved down the taut linen wrappings,
The only thing between his living fingers and the dead flesh.

He feels the coolness of the corpse, room temperature
forehead, neck, shoulders, waist, hips, thighs, shins, toes.

He speaks first to the mother:  “Do not weep!”
He speaks next to the stiff:  “Young man, I say to you: Arise!”,
with his fingers still surrounding the toes.

toes twitched!

lungs inhale!
heart beats!
thoughts resume!
eyes open!
lips smile!

Unseen,
the grim reaper falls backwards,

in an even more tattered black shroud.

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