WHEN JESUS CAME TO BETHANY
TO THE TOMB
OF HIS FRIEND
LAZARUS
HE CRIED
NO PLATITUDES
NO EASY SAYING
OF HIS BEING IN A BETTER PLACE
NO REMINDERS OF ETERNAL LIFE
HE CRIED
AS ONLY ONE WHO LOVED
AS DEEPLY AS HE LOVED
COULD CRY
HE CRIED
HE FELT THE DEEP
AND EVER WIDENING CHASM
OF SEPARATION
HE FELT THAT THE SOUL OF HIS FRIEND
WAS LIKE A SHIP LEAVING THE SHORE
SENDING BACK RIPPLES OF REMEMBRANCE
SENDING BACK ECHOES OF OLD CONVERSATIONS
SENDING THEM BACK WITH NO WAY TO ANSWER
PEACE WOULD COME LATER
BUT FOR THE INSTANT
THERE WAS PAIN
TEARS
THE GREAT UNKNOWING
AND TO NEED TO WEEP
BUT IN THE DESOLATION
OF THE MOMENT
HEARTFELT WITH LONELINESS
HE CRIED OUT
LAZARUS COME OUT
AND LAZARUS
CAME OUT
LIKE A SACK RACE RUNNER
AND JESUS
EYES SPARKLING
THOUGHT
LIKE ONE FRIEND
JOSHING ANOTHER
HOP TO IT
FRANK A VOLLMER
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