Weeping

Now Jesus had not yet come into the village, but was still in the place where Martha had met him. When the Jews who were with her in the house, consoling her, saw Mary rise quickly and go out, they followed her, supposing that she was going to the tomb to weep there. Now when Mary came to where Jesus was and saw him, she fell at his feet, saying to him, “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.” When Jesus saw her weeping, and the Jews who had come with her also weeping, he was deeply moved in his spirit and greatly troubled. And he said, “Where have you laid him?” They said to him, “Lord, come and see.” Jesus wept. So the Jews said, “See how he loved him!” But some of them said, “Could not he who opened the eyes of the blind man also have kept this man from dying?”
Then Jesus, deeply moved again, came to the tomb. It was a cave, and a stone lay against it. Jesus said, “Take away the stone.” Martha, the sister of the dead man, said to him, “Lord, by this time there will be an odor, for he has been dead four days.” Jesus said to her, “Did I not tell you that if you believed you would see the glory of God?” So they took away the stone. And Jesus lifted up his eyes and said, “Father, I thank you that you have heard me. I knew that you always hear me, but I said this on account of the people standing around, that they may believe that you sent me.” When he had said these things, he cried out with a loud voice, “Lazarus, come out.” The man who had died came out, his hands and feet bound with linen strips, and his face wrapped with a cloth. Jesus said to them, “Unbind him, and let him go.” John 11:30-44

Weeping

We wept in each others arm
mother and child a separation
too deep for words
together we face new life
new adventure but not without deep loss.

We ache for the distance
we ache for the change
we ache for the memories
that will have to be made new.

I am no stone angel
I feel your every ache and fear
we are not divided but bound
together we are flesh and bone.

We ache for the distance
we ache for the change
we ache for the memories
that will have to be made new.

These tears are for the love
that we have shared since before birth
the synchronized breathing
the shared struggles and separations.

We ache for the distance
we ache for the change
we ache for the memories
that will have to be made new.

The months ahead a world away
I will sing the old lullabies
and you will have to remember
when sang I sang them to you.

We ache for the distance
we ache for the change
we ache for the memories
that will have to be made new.

Unbind us and let us go, Lord
we will return with new songs
we will come home with bigger dreams
and new life to share with you.

We ache for the distance
we ache for the change
we ache for the memories
that will have to be made anew.