And when Jesus came to the ruler’s house and saw the flute players and the crowd making a commotion, he said, “Go away, for the girl is not dead but sleeping.” And they laughed at him. But when the crowd had been put outside, he went in and took her by the hand and the girl arose. And the report of this went through all that district.
Would you reign?
Then, from within this ruler’s house,
the crowd must go.
They sing and cry for one who is not dead,
but their presence tends to make
such sleep go on and on.
Mourners make the tomb.
Let the divine lift up the child within you,
the one who laughs and cries
and meets life fresh,
who takes your hand
and dances you around the empty home
and reminds you how to breathe again.
If you are lucky, such a thing
will spill out into the world through doors and windows.
If you are lucky,
nobody will throw a stone.