Be Still

I am Lazarus, lying still.
In the whitewashed tomb
even time stops running,
runs down, stops.
The air is still, unstirred by
breath of life; deep dark
unbroken by flashing eye,
or a rogue smile.
I am Lazarus, numb,
unfeeling, unknowing,
unloving, undone;
deep in death, I am still.
And it dawns on me that he
is God. My eyes fly
open, my heart also,
and my grave.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing (Upper Room Books, 2020). She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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2 Responses to Be Still

  1. jrbenjamin says:

    Very strong poetry. I love the subject, and the meter and word choice work well in congruence. I really enjoyed reading this. Well done.

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