Resurrection – a poem by Jonel Abellanosa


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.

1 Comment

  1. Chilling. Intriguing. Thank you. I love this blog. VERY high quality poetry. Thanks again


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