Much later he would think about this day, the dreadful silence broken by their grunts as, shoulder to the heavy stone, they’d sway, rock back and forth again, ‘til all at once that gag upon the grave mouth rolled away and left behind a gasp at all these stunts. Then from within, one tooth in all that gape, came Lazarus bone-white in linen drape. He’d helped unwind the wrappings and set free the body from the binding of its shroud. If kings have longed to see what now we see, he’d thought, then we are greater than the proud, yet dare not raise our eyes.
Thanks! That was actually the first line I came up with, jotted down in the museum after staring at this painting, and then built the whole thing from there.
Aw, way to write a killer last line!
Thanks! That was actually the first line I came up with, jotted down in the museum after staring at this painting, and then built the whole thing from there.
What cannot happen happens in his word ❤️
How weird must it have been to walk around with someone who multiplied fish?
The incarnation is the weirdest thing that ever happened
100% true.