Rise (Saturday in Easter Week)
And He did;
though it breaks our minds,
He did.
The tomb is empty,
Peter’s face
white like linen;
Mary smiles
and hearts are soon on fire; there’s
no reason why
the broken, wounded,
disappointed ones
should laugh
and leap
and heal the sick
unless
He burst forth from the tomb
and said,
I am always with you,
and breathed
His spirit into them;
unless
some cosmic shift took place
within
all that we know is true,
unless
He showed His hands and feet
and said,
Now be my hands and feet,
unless
the fiery risen Christ
met them
in their homes and said
Don’t fear,
unless He rose
up from the grave
and conquered death –
He did.
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