Resurrection
Of course it breaks our categories
and makes our minds explode; the truth
does not sit neat in packages
and kernels break in soil.
If it fractures logic, let it;
it drives the doubting to their knees
while those who saw the proof’s flesh doubted
and those who saw the tomb ran home.
Let it burst our frames of reference;
it pushes stones with shards of light
and takes what is sown mortally
and makes it never die.
The Consolations of Writing 