Center Reflections

Memory of agony

Fading

As he looks out;

Morning has come.

Thirst lingers,

Reassurance of

Humanity

In the midst of

Realization

Of continued oneness.

A promise kept –

Who is the object?

Himself

Unforsaken?

The women who watched,

Who will yet

Arrive?

Peter and the others,

Who forsook and yet

Not;

Can simply human do otherwise?

Discarded cloths,

Less white than

From the hilltop,

Still startling heaped upon

The stone floor.

Walking out into the

Sunshine

Warm upon his face,

Arms uplifted,

Radiance returned.

Resurrection.

©Gloria J. McPherson

February 23, 2013

As you read the poem, are there thoughts or images of Christ’s resurrection that stir for you?

In a time of quiet prayer, give thanks as you share with God what the resurrection means for you and any challenges it brings.

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