Resurrection Life by a million stitches how I push myself back up. Spelling my spirit to stir in my quickening. Living by a thousand fountains how I quench myself back to thirst. Saying love, echo, here hear me say love. Say a second isn’t a syringe but a seed, seed ground I see. Say a minute, wait, a minute isn’t a joint but joins, in a minute join flesh to bone, joint to sinew and inhale, pull in the draft of air. Let the cleaned wreathe. Look, do you see past the shimmer? Touch and see your face is still my face but the past has been nailed. Walk past the rolled stone. Do you know your new name? Say it after me. Let your tongue get used to my new name. Repeat after me. Lazarus.
Jonel Abellanosa resides in Cebu City, the Philippines. He writes poetry and fiction. He considers the sacred an important element of his personal poetics. He advocates animal rights and living comforts. He has three beloved dogs.