Poem March 28, 1988 Issue

At supper with Lazarus

Robert C. Charlton

Alive again! Lazarus walking with us,
Talking, eating! Four days in the grave—
Dead to us. But what did the Master say?
"I go, that I may awake him out of sleep."

Out of sleep! And so he did. Just like a child
Awakened from deep dreams came Lazarus,
Shielding his eyes as they adjusted to
This dazzling light. Could even he believe

What was happening? I saw him—see him
Now! And it's as if I awoke from sleep
With him, rubbing my eyes at reality,
Brushing away dreams that seemed so real.

What risen faith I feel! what wider scope
Of thought! Christ is here. "Come forth"—O hope!

Robert C. Charlton, Jr.

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