Lazarus Saturday

All was fine.
Then my husband forgot to bring our full garbage can to the curb.
We forgot the days, and that forgivable mistake just... gutted me.

Bound up, entombed,
Lazarus is dead and constricted.
His sisters cry, “if You were only here!”
And so do I.

And Christ the perfect One beseeches in the garden, “Take this cup from me.”
So, I know it’s okay to grieve.
I know it’s okay to ask.
I know it’s okay to cry.

Lazarus has been raised.
Christ will die and Rise.
This deep ache will one day transform to joy. Hope is all I have.

And, yes, the stupid garbage will go out. Next week.