Monday, March 24, 2008

AFTER EASTER
I penned this prayer-poem on a Monday after Easter

O God,

Removed a day from celebrating Resurrection,
I wonder if I have yet begun to grasp
but a fraction of its meaning and power
for my life,
for the church,
for the world?

I press on presumingly,
speaking Resurrection words
but do I carry on as if little had occurred?
I got stirred up about the Empty Tomb
but how much have I changed?
I don't want Easter to dissipate into
minor adjustments,
shallow commitments,
tepid dreams.

I dare to hold to Easter faith,
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,
this work,
these relationships,
your world.

Amen

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