THE DAY AFTER EASTER
Removed a day from celebrating the Resurrection event,
I wonder if I have yet begun to grasp but a fraction of
its meaning and power for me,
for the church,
for the world?
I press on presumingly,
speaking Resurrection words
but carrying on as if little had occurred.
I got stirred up about Easter
but I am apparently changed little.
Radicality dissipates into
Still, I dare to hold to faith in Easter,
to believe that on that morning
no mere rustled resettling occurred,
but a tectonic plate shifted reality for
a world without transcendence,
people without hope,
life locked in death.
Help me to explore and live the Third Day in
the face of my own doubts.
Believing you live and go before me,
meeting me in unlikely moments,
I go forward into this day,