1
A stone covers the tomb
Shutting the last light out.
Who could ever exhume
The soul from death’s redoubt?
And then I hear Love’s shout
Resounding through the gloom -
‘O Lazarus, come out!’ -
So I rise from my doom.
2
When he walked on water,
Grasping a rope of light,
Weak of faith, he faltered,
Without footing or sight.
‘Save me, Lord’, he called out,
And, when raised up to shore,
Resolved to never doubt
Love’s ground in him secure.
3
Did doubt his faith belie,
Or he his Lord deny,
Was his a hopeless cry
To our Father on high?
Surely unforsaken,
Mercy had heard Love’s plea,
Merely his shell broken
To set his Spirit free.
4
‘Noli me tangere!’
He whispered to Mary:
Let my flesh depart
For Love lives in the heart.
‘Touch these my wounds, Thomas!’
Meant for those among us
Who lack the faith to feel
Love‘s root in us that‘s real.
