Feeling the ground with his hands,
touching the soil with his feet,
kissing the earth, Lazarus,
unbound, raises his face to see
his friends retreat – in fear
they have let him go –
stares at Jesus with eyes
too dry to weep.
Feeling the ground with his hands,
touching the soil with his feet,
kissing the earth, Lazarus,
unbound, raises his face to see
his friends retreat – in fear
they have let him go –
stares at Jesus with eyes
too dry to weep.