What binds you to this dark place?
Living here between worlds,
Suffering in your own thoughtlessness.
They tucked you in here, so consumed
With grief they did not know, what was.
Until he comes, asking to move stone.
And you bound and tired, cold, come out.
We hear so much about Mary the listener,
Martha the busy, but you are this footnote.
How do you come unbound from the fear?
For you did not make the miracle,
Only this lead to death, and you disappear.
Forgotten like the tomb you came from.
Comments
Post a Comment