About resurrections and so forth

There is so much I want to know, 
to uncoil, untangle, unplait,
until I can stretch out my hand
open to receive
and begin again.

Resurrections: every day, 
the rolling away of scales from the eyes,
seeing the angels
(they are always there,
sometimes their light too bright).

We were captive, fumbling in the dark,
Stumbling around, groping, searching…
Then, amazingly, weight lifted from the shoulders,
Wings were fastened;
We can soar

(nearly Pesach, 2024)