Resurrection – Locus Communis

Death as Sleep

[The adults] didn’t know being dead is only being asleep, and you’re bound to wake up somewhere or other, either where you go to sleep or in some better place. Edith Nesbit, Five Children and It

Come out, Lazar!Come out, Lazaro, what so befall.Then might not the fiend of hellLonger make that soule to dwell.So dreadful was that ilke cryTo that feloun, our enemy.The kinges trumpet blew a blast;Come out! it said, be not aghast.With that voice the find gan quake,As doth the leaf when windes wake.‘Come out’ is now aContinue reading “Come Out, Lazar”