The raising of Lazarus (John 11:1-44)
Dead. He is dead.
My brother,
My security,
Is gone.
And I am lost
And angry.
Why didn’t he come?
Why did Jesus let us down?
Was all the love
I thought he felt for us
Just wishful thinking?
Weeping. He is weeping.
His sobs
Alarming the watchers
Yet bringing me
A curious comfort
That his love for us
Is real
And my pain
Not only understood
But shared.
Alive! He is alive!
Vibrant, strong,
Completely restored
And life
Can begin again.
By Jeannie Kendall