Breaking Bread, Mending Bones (Wednesday in Easter Week)
We had seen him do the same as this –
men on mats, lame from their birth,
men born blind,
women who bled,
rubbing mud into their eyes,
ordering their legs,
“Now walk!”
And always we saw this response:
the broken ones arising,
healed,
the order of their bones arranged
to be now as it should,
that way
he had of taking atoms and
changing their whole course.
And yet we had not understood,
until we saw Him breaking bread –
an action so domestic,
yet
unexpected, being dead,
and then, I think, we understood,
how every promise of the Word
was somehow in His nail-scarred hands
so bodies must respond to Him
as clay in potters’ hands.
And slowly there dawned in our minds
the knowledge that just as He said
“Get up and walk”, he could too say
“Your sins are now forgiven”, and
“Arise now from the grave.”
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