Bigger Plan

She meant no disrespect.

There was only pain of loss.

“Where were you?”

                           she cried.

“If you had been here…”

His eyes took in everything.

Earth.  Sky.  Death.

The last was not meant for

for the brother she lost.  or anyone else.

                           He cried.

She knew who he was.

Had seen and heard the signs.

She had called.  He did not come.

Not soon enough.

“Your brother will rise again.”

Death was never meant to be the final answer.

Its icy fingers would be broken, she knew.

Someday.

Messiah?  Of course He is. 

Such word carries ramifications beyond imagination.

He says:

“I am the Resurrection and the Life.”

Who talks like this?

What could it mean?

She had loved Him so.

Her sister had too.

“The Teacher is here.”

Mary came running.  She loved being near Him.

Even when grieving.

How wonderful a miracle it would have been

to remove the disease, cure the hurts, restore health.

He had done so before, for strangers

         but now…  dashed hope

It is too much to bear to see the stone moved.

Leave him to his rest.

Then a voice,

the same voice

that set planets to spinning, suns to burn, oceans to gather

spoke again:

“Lazarus!  Come Out!”