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Two Friends of Lazarus
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By Rich Tassinari
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     Two Friends of Lazarus

          A. One Friend

"Oh, friend, dear friend, what of death’s end
could I prepare, and therefore spare
myself death’s sorrow? Or, falsely borrow
someone’s face and leave no trace
of my true tears? When mourning clears
at his tomb’s door, I’ll cry still more.
In life, dear friend, death in the end
is dark, has won, and blocks the sun."

"His sisters weep with us who keep
a vigil here. It keeps us near.
We live as threads among the dead
and ghostly weave what we believe
of life and death; but, in a breath
death knows, not we, eternally.
Where is our Lord who once restored
the blind and lame, the ill who came?"

B. The Other Friend

"He’s come to weep with us who keep
our vigil here. His heart is near.
The living thread among the dead,
with grace He weaves. My soul believes
of life and death, love is His breath
we breathe, yes we,  eternally.
My gracious Lord, who has restored
The blind and lame, saved all who came."

"Oh friend, dear friend, death’s not the end.
He has prepared and nothing’s spared
to ease death’s sorrow. We need not borrow
any face, nor hide the trace
of our true tears. When mourning clears,
at death’s closed door, we’ll cry no more.
In life, dear friend, Love in the end
is light, has won, shines from the Son."

Rich Tassinari 4/17/2013

Written two years ago and posted on Crossway site. This Sunday, we will read the story from the Gospel of John of Lazarus raised from the dead by Jesus who is the resurrection and life.

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Submitted: Sunday, March 22, 2015

Last Updated: Monday, March 23, 2015

About the Poet
Husband, father, grandfather, and each title is my joy. As a youth, poetry was a means to express the inexpressable. I was attracted to (and still am) the beauty and brevity of verse. All flows out from God, and like a proper prayer, can flow back.

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