Full-tilt: a poem by Heather Dickinson
- cmbharris
- Dec 24, 2025
- 1 min read
Lazarus
I can't help but look back
Sometimes
And I wonder:
Did Lazarus feel
Such dismay
When he woke to find
Burial cloths
Wrapped around him,
Clinging to his skin
As I do
Today
Seeing where I once came from?
Did his skin crawl
From the smell of
Death
Newly departed
As mine does
Remembering
The feel of violent hands?
How freeing
To shed
To strip
Those rank and filthy rags
To leave them behind in the dark
And run
Full-tilt
On shaking knees
Into the Son.
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Heather Dickinson is a somewhat feral teaching artist
in Washington state. Trained as a botanical illustrator, she dabbles in poetry among illustrated sketchbooks and other creative work. Her days are spent discipling the next generation of creatives in Catholic education.
She holds a Bachelor of Arts in English Literature from Lewis-Clark State College, and a Master of Education
in Humanities from Grand Canyon University. Her writings have been featured in Splatter Magazine and the Community for Christian Creatives. She regularly shares her outdoor adventures, artwork, and poetry
on her Substack at http://www.bluemtnheatherarts.net
December 2025 issue
I love:
"How freeing
To shed...
Those... filthy rags
To leave them behind in the dark
And run
Full-tilt
On shaking knees
Into the Son." Glory to God!