February 16, 2007

My Journey to God

Jesus Wept

She sits, tear-filled eyes
Shaded with her hand,
Waiting.

There He is!
The long familiar stride
Raising dust into
The hot dry air.

“Why weren’t you here?
Did you not know?
My brother, your friend has died!”
If only.

She kneels at His feet,
Heartbroken.
He extends His hand,
Lifting her out of the dust,
Searching her face,
Startled by her pain.

Instantly He understands
Her loss, her suffering.
He can hold the pain no longer.
Tears fill His eyes.

In this human state,
Overcome by empathy,
He weeps for her pain.
Jesus wept.

When we are crushed and heartbroken,
Wondering where He is.
Doesn’t he know?
If only.

He comes wrapping us in love.
Knowing our pain,
He weeps for us.
For our pain,
Jesus weeps.

By Trudy Bledsoe

(Trudy Bledsoe is a member of St. Christopher Parish in Indianapolis and the Secular Order of Discalced Carmelites at the Monastery of the Resurrection in Indianapolis. She wrote this poem based on the Scripture story in the Gospel of John [Jn 11:1-44] about the raising of Lazarus.) †

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