We who have suffered great loss have an opportunity to once again seize life; to consider the possibility that “it ain’t over till it’s over!”
Historically, we are surrounded by stories both sacred and profane. It is those sacred stories to which I gravitate.
Today is Easter Sunday... we know it’s a story about Jesus and his resurrection from the dead. But could it be more?
Could these ancient stories about Jesus and his friend, Lazarus, help you and I who deeply grieve the death of a loved one, the isolation of this pandemic, and/or our politics?
when you died
i wanted to die with
you
i lingered like
lazarus
bound and yes
these last months
i “stinketh”
still bound i
heard
the sound of
voices
new and old
the scratchy
scrapping noise of
the rock
of my tomb being
rolled away
and then your
voice
a sweetness
yearned
loving
commanding
“unbind him and
set him
free”
yes Lord you
lifted me
pulled me up
and out
healed a shattered
heart
pieced it together
as it learned to
touch another
to love
now i get it
that story about you
you
meant for us.
