Luke 8:52

by Kathryn Coombs

My little sister wasn’t very

Sick, but then she didn’t wake

As my father called her name

Until the fourth or fifth time,

When her eyes

Suddenly opened,

And my young brother whispered,

“I thought she was dead.”

“Of course not!” I answered,

Realizing, with a shock,

The simplicity of death;

And recalling, oddly, Jairus’ daughter.

Photo by T. J. Hankins