Easter reflect ..

          i know that i know..
..
that original Easter sunrise threw a shadow across the ground He walked on
   just as it had done for 30-odd years ..
i know He rose in that body in which He was there laid
   albeit changed somehow
      now imbued with immortality ..
..
it still bears re-mentioning
   calling it up to the surface of my mind ..
perhaps even though i know
   i tendtowantto believe that the person that ascended into the heavens 40 days later was
   somehow ethereal         spirit portraying body ..
and so it calls for a reinforcing of the solid truth that there, seated now next to God
as Right Hand,
   is the undeniable, recognizable body that hung from that dread tree, scars and all
   and that those feet will walk and those arms reach out to embrace this body 
       whenever it is we meet ..
          “ this same Jesus “ ..
..
it is a resurrected Son Of Man
   human in every respect
   gloried with the very same ‘glory’ He had with GodFather
   before the world was formed         and that by His own ‘hands’ ..
      before the first human breathed their first breath ..

and we shall be like Him
   and we shall recognize Him
       and ourselves in Him
          when we see Him as He is
   then we will know as we never really knew
that bears remembering


peace and joy to you
Christ is risen

pause ..

i just don't want to
   walk by
      or run by
   the cross
   in a mad rush
      towards sunday
   trying to bury
      friday
         before its time

a holy time
   holy space
..
shoes off
   bare feet
bared me
   naked
in the terrible suspense ..

no light
a cosmic pause
a still
   no thing moves
   no thing speaks
all of everything gasps

time rests its timeless tic


as this solitary human
   stretches his love
   wide across the universe he formed
   embracing it all
   resting it
   absorbing all the suffering pain cries
   disappointment futile hurt lostness
   alone ache bondage abuse groans
   confusion abandon
      in his own frail body
         broken
         poured out
         surrendered
..
      .     ...    ..    .   .
                    .  .      .        ..
in hope
   of that joy
      that lay ahead ..
sharing the glory again
having brought many many with him

lenting .. " yes "

i wonder at Jesus' ponderings as his mind went before him
   his imagination forming

and that blood
   must surely have raced through his excited heart
      chasing his thoughts ..
..

i wonder what You 2 spoke about in those last days ..

how did You manage to encourage him
   as he sat under the olive tree on the rise across the way
      the stars, the grass, the night watchers ..   ?

surely something in him remembered the days of old
   before he was born
   when you 2 lived and moved and had being
      together presenced   ..  .

surely as he grew into humanhood
   his heart recognized in Your daily presence
      a familiarity that stretched beyond his Earthdays ..
      Your Voice familiar somehow
         even if his mind couldn't reach out that far ..

   the comforting assurance of the Spirit's filling-full   fullfilling ..

   the resounding acknowledgment when You said
      "  this is my son beloved!
      IAM most pleased with him " ..

   the reassuring responses when he stretched himself out
      under the still-dark morning sky
   and spoke expectantly inYour direction
      asking
      or simply commenting on something
         that happened a few hours ago ..
   knowing Your heavenly-fatherly Voice
      would not at all tarry in reply ..
..

yes .. jerusalem was there
   up ahead
and the prospect of that dogged his shadow ..

but the day-shadows grew, and the night approached ..
things needed to be done while it was still day ..

the Light of the world
   set his mind as a flint
      as his mind turned towards jerusalem

yes .. .  .