Soon after healing the centurion's slave, Jesus went to a town called Nain, and his disciples and a large crowd went with him. As he approached the gate of the town, a man who had died was being carried out. He was his mother's only son, and she was a widow; and with her was a large crowd from the town. When the Lord saw her, he had compassion for her and said to her, "Do not weep." Then he came forward and touched the bier, and the bearers stood still. And he said, "Young man, I say to you, rise!" The dead man sat up and began to speak, and Jesus gave him to his mother. Fear seized all of them; and they glorified God, saying, "A great prophet has risen among us!" and "God has looked favorably on his people!" This word about him spread throughout Judea and all the surrounding country. Luke 7:11-17
Do Not Weep
We are not only broken down vessel
decaying flesh and useless limbs
we are spirit that lives made of stardust
and all the love that has traveled thus far.
The rain on the windows and our tears
the grief that breaks us open again
is momentary loss we are eternal
riding on beams that are ageless and unseen.
A child is given life and a death sentence
we will surely all perish from this plane
what we see and touch now is temporary
we are being remade for the divine.
When we pass over to our ancestors
their is dancing there one heartbeat sounding
the heartbeat of all the ages
the divine heart living in all of us.
O God, from whom all good proceeds: Grant that by your inspiration we may think those things that are right, and by your merciful guiding may do them; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.