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POETRY

Lazarus

Lichen had crusted over my skin,
and moss had grown up through the dead
leaves and woven into my hair.
but a Carpenter
cupped water from a creek and
poured it over me and into my mouth.
He peeled the lichen from my body,
revealing the baby-pink skin underneath,
He detangled the moss,
leaving my curls to fall over my shoulders.
The leaves crunched and crumbled beneath
one hand as He pulled me up by the other.
He stood with His back to the east, and
for the first time, I could see the source
of the light that wrapped the world
in golden gauze each morning.

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Anna Roberts is a junior English major at Shorter University. Her writing is frequently inspired by British writers and nature. When she is not studying, writing, or reading, she can be found baking sourdough bread, forcing others to read her favorite poems, and taking many walks through the woods.

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