Lazarus, waking
Peter Cavell
October 2008



                                  Darkness and pain gave way to -



I can't describe.





     It was warm there,        and the air smelled like leaves after rain.

                    The sky shimmered, like sunlight streaming  through clear water.


                                        It was more real than   real.



                        And for the very first time, I felt

                                  free







Until I heard a voice insistently calling my name,
and it all faded back to darkness,

and here I am.
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