Talked last night with a friend who had just lost his mother. He referenced Lazarus in the conversation, which made me remember this poem by C.S. Lewis. Stephen to Lazarus But was I the first martyr, who Gave up no more than life, while you, Already free among the dead, Your rags stripped off, your fetters shed, Surrendered what all other men Irrevocably keep, and when Your battered ship at anchor lay Seemingly safe in the dark bay No ripple stirs, obediently Put out a second time to sea Well knowing that your death (in vain Died once) must all be died again?