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Lent 5 A

John 11:1–45

Jesus began to weep. So the Jews said, “See how he loved him!” But some of them said, “Could not he who opened the eyes of the blind man have kept this man from dying?” (John 11:35–37)

He didn’t ask to be a magic trick like some dead rabbit

pulled out of a stone hat with a hocus pocus incantation.

He didn’t want to be resuscitated in full decrepit stink

for his mother to see him shambling down the cemetery road.

He was resting in peace after taking the dark plunge once;

no one should stomach it twice, that long black falling.

So Jesus, when I die and I’m put down to earthen solace

or after my ashes are scattered into entropic chaos irreversible,

do not force me to go through it again like brother Lazarus

raised to face more time in suffering and second death.

Let your tears be so you may let me go as we all must do;

grieve your best friend fully and without recourse to power.

Raise me then beyond time to your un-nameable dimension

where decay has died and all fear of losing myself and you

has been buried in that old entombed world where I still walk

like Lazarus already dead yet alive and yet to die and rise.