I am creating a series of art and poems based on the words Jesus spoke to women. This poem is based on the story of Jesus raising the widow’s son from the dead in Luke 7:11-17.
one large crowd going out
with weeping
meets a buoyant and curious crowd
going in
buzzing around the Teacher
I stumble against the waves of shock and tears
my only son’s body
sapped of life
a close copy of his father’s
on a similar bier
Pain in, pain out
the expansion of my lungs
a merciless rhythm
of a life I long to bury
with them
the contrasting crowds
now jostle noisily
and the Teacher’s eyes
find mine
swamped and sinking
“Don’t cry,” he says, drawing near
He touches the bier
the bearers freeze
then he talks to my son
as if he’s only in another room
“Young man, I tell you, arise!”
and arise he does
instantly full of color and
talking as if his last sentence
was only interrupted
by time not death
when the Teacher gives me my son
I see in His eyes
an acquaintance with grief
my tears run again
with relief and gratitude
the crowds now one in fear and awe
another Elijah? they murmur
but I know,
my son on my right as we return
surely, God Himself has come to visit
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Maggie McCaul says
What a beautiful poem! It touch my heart! Thank you so much for sharing your gift with others.
maryhairston says
Thank you Maggie! ❤️
Katie Rankin says
Love it.
maryhairston says
Thank you friend. ❤️