An Easter Message
It was on Sunday
that he pulled the corn.
They arrived with flowers,
shuffling through the dawn
as the dawn snuffed out
the last candles of the night.
Their faces betrayed their belief
that yesterday would always be better
than tomorrow,
despite what he said.
He would not say it again,
so why bother to believe him on that score?
And the flowers,
they too were silent witnesses to disbelief.
Like the grass,
they were cut to be tried to death,
cut off from the root,
the bulb, the source of life.
He was the flower they cherished,
the flower now perished
whose fate the lilies of the field,
now tight in hand,
would re-enact.
So when they passed the crouched figure
at the edge of the road,
they thought little of him,
scarcely seeing his form through tears.
Had they looked even a little,
they would have seen a man
letting grain fall through his fingers,
dropping to the earth
to die and yet to rise again.
It was on Sunday
that he pulled the corn. *
How many times in our tears, in our suffering, in our disbelief do we miss the resurrection? How many times do we not see what is truly in front of us? How many times do we miss the miracles all around us? Look!! Look!! There is life! There is resurrection! There is Easter!!
*From Stages on the Way: Resources for Lent, Holy Week and Easter by the Iona Community, Wild Goose Worship Group
Michelle
