Lazarus the Friend of Christ: Larnaca Tomb Inscription "Our friend Lazarus has fallen asleep, but I am going there to awaken him." ~ John 11:11
It is said that St Lazarus never smiled after.
After being raised from the dead — + What was Bethany like, mouth of the tomb agape in a long yawn? How many people arrived as witness? [Was the linen cloth — like old habits dying hard, oh Mary Undoer of Knots — unwrapped or pulled off, in leavings, our old remains both material and not? + This is all germane matter, on the dotted nose. What do they say, about cutting off your nose, only to spite the face? What do they say about our open wounds of overlong wrongdoing one offense after another against reason and truth, against right conscience? + [Reading scripture brings out the proverbial, and life reads itself into the idiomatic, — timely, versified.] + So, this is what awe and hope look like, their faces as ashen? So, this is what unbelief looks like, also? + How does the Johannine Gospel read now, the account where even death doesn't have the last word? Where does language go beyond each epoch— the words, how they thread across the plains and more language? Lost in time, then unearthed into the soft light of day and all who arrived to see. By Desmond Kon QLRS Vol. 22 No. 1 Jan 2023_____
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