Lazarus Come Forth
The droning flatline faded into what could have been angelic chorus as the world mercifully vanished. He lowered into death as if wading into a still pool, the welcoming warmth replacing the faceless darkness as he felt himself sink and float simultaneously on some viscous surface. The unraveling of each of life’s knotted bonds eased him away from life’s shore. He saw the light. All at once he felt the embrace of all he’d ever lost like linen bandages, not themselves so much as his fondest recollections of them. A sharp jolt opened his eyes. He was resurrected. He wept.