• MrsMollyWilcox

Lazarus



Lazarus


I imagine feet

walking on holy ground

with followers uncertain

of where they’re being led.


When the journey is

in progress and the trail

is being forged

trust isn’t in a destination

it’s in feet that go before.


Stillness surrounds

the chill and shiver shakes

the crowd, here,

lies a man struck by disaster,

you say take the stone away.


In a moment, there’s a miracle.


Who is this man,

who calls dead men

out of the grave?


Your actions I trust fully,

I vow to call you Lord, your

holy footsteps I will sink in

eager and unafraid.


But in my still, quiet comfort,

will I let buried feet

leave the grave


when you say,

come forth?