Christ has risen!
Alleluia!
Christ has risen from the dead!
The newsfeed proclaims,
This Easter morning
two thousand years later.
We reach to touch
the awe
the wonder
confusion and fright
relief
joy
of Mary
and Mary.
Disciples who walked with Christ.
They couldn’t believe,
How could this be?
I struggle too.
Is this God of resurrection,
Christ incarnate Word,
Alive and well today?
I, like Thomas,
Want to ask for physical proof,
Show me the children being fed,
Show me the marriages being healed,
Show me the wars subsiding,
The violence ceasing
The hateful words subsiding.
If you are the Christ,
Get down off that cross,
And change things,
Change things for us today.
But not my will,
But
Thy will be done.
Into this world,
Christ was born.
Into the humanist
of human conditions,
Christ entered.
Walking step by step
Into the contradictions we face.
Providing a constant,
a beacon,
a Divine Light
to follow and let grow inside.
This beacon we reach for,
This light we hope for,
This new hope we glimpse,
This Easter morn.
The Human One,
Risen! Divine!
Our Hope
Our Beacon
Our Spring Bulb,
Bursting forth
with Color
with Vibrant Strength
Out of the cold ground,
After a long, dark winter.