Thursday, April 19, 2012

the resurrection must be so good, so satisfying, the new jerusalem must be so complete, so full of shalom, that even if all of our present suffering does not end, the heart still trusts that the goodness of heaven is worth it.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

the saturday before easter
his bones sat and waited.
growing stiff and groaning silent.

and i clean my kitchen
and wonder through tears
what to do with his silence.

and i wonder what it means
to hope in the midst of sufferings,
and i wonder if steven thought if
all men who ended in crucifixion would rise?
and i wonder how shaky hope became
when the three were thrown in a fire?

all this i think about on a saturday
afternoon preparing for my easter brunch-
is it that all women who are bent over
from infirmity that will stand tall again?

this, this resurrection, not a metaphor
or a pastel painting,
but this movement of blood and cells
after three days of death.
this death that was real and true
and this life that burst forth into it.

these things cannot be softened.
because, i, a girl, whose blood and cells are moving
am a lazarus in need of a resurrection.