by Steve Bell
How hard it must have been for the weary Rabbi to stand outside and weep that day. The sisters of the dead man stand before Him in simmering disappointment; “Why didn’t You come sooner? Then he would still be alive!” Then the crowd of mourners paused to look into His face His somber, darkened face displays for all to see the grief of His humanity and the compassion of omnipotence. Moments later, we hear murmurs announcing the suspension of grief the formality of a funeral only, a cover up for the inevitable mocking doubt, as He orders the tomb opened. Now the only scent the sisters and the crowd could smell is the foul odor of untimely death. “Lazarus, I’m here. Come out!” Burial cloths unwound and scattered, the sisters now rush to embrace their brother who soon steps aside to clasp the warm hands of the Rabbi in thanksgiving. Suddenly, the air is filled with speechless affirmation the two friends acknowledge the unbelievable, ending the day with Silent Knowing Smiles.
Steve Bell is a Christian poet who lives in Colorado with his wife Gina. He writes poetry for both children and adults and works part-time in youth development for the YMCA.