Raising the dead

They say that Elijah raised a fatherless child,
stretched out corpselike over his body,
breathing for him, with him, breathing
until his new life began.
His mother, from then on, developed
a habit of peering over his shoulder
into the shadows,
fearful of what might be demanded in return.

I could not breathe for you,
or lay out your barely-formed body.
You fell away from me, and no prophet,
nor medicine man could pull you back.
I could only sing bitter-sweet praises to
the God of the living and the dead,
Who raised you as Her own
and loved you where I never saw you go.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing (Upper Room Books, 2020). She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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