Arise, cry out in the night:
in the beginning of the watches
pour out thine heart like water before the face of the Lord:
lift up thy hands toward him
for the life of thy young children, that faint for hunger
in the top of every street.
LAMENTATIONS 2: 18-19
THURSDAY MORNING
What was it like, to wake, knowing, as you did, that your sale was already arranged? Did you wonder if there would be a reprieve ?
Did you wake at Bethany?
Hear a dog bark, a chicken scatter, someone calling out,
smell food cooking?
Where were Martha and Mary ?
Your friends, Peter, and Judas, James, and John and Andrew.
Lazarus - who should have been dead anyway, and whom everyone wanted to see.
What was it like for you?
Waking. Knowing you would not sleep again.
Waking, maybe with a settling dread.
Is it nothing to you?
All who pass by?
who sat with him then?
how did he pass the time?
who sits with Him now,
with the children who faint with hunger,
at the top of every street?
Look -
I've things to do,
or we won't eat over the Holiday break.
The family's coming tonight,
and I've got to pay the milk man:
we've to take the boy to the healers,
he'll have to be seen before the long weekend.
I'll be back,
we'll talk about this later, right?
Oh, when are you going into Jerusalem?
will you be eating there?
Staying the night?
When will you be back?
