Margaret Kollmer Poems
And Jesus Wept
'Lord, if You had been here, '
Mary Magdalen cried.
'Lord, if You had been here
Lazaraus would not have died.'
She knelt before Him in the dust
She kissed the Master's feet
She washed them in her falling tears
There - kneeling in the street.
She took Christ then, to Lazarus' tomb
In grave-clothes there he slept.
'See how He loves hij, ' said the Jews
As, sorrowing, Jesus wept.
Across His cheeks down through his beard
The shining teardrops wound
Then one by one fell from His chin
Like shards upon the ground.
Jesus called - Lo, ...
Oh wow, Johnny boy -
My yesterday child
Standing tall in army browns
and newly-winged beret
I wanted to rush up and hug you
right there and then
in front of the Brigadier
and a million denim-eyed troops.