The Apostles talking to us about their Easter experience!
For three long and joyous years we followed him.
We followed his every move.
We drank in his every word.
We knew neither doubt nor hesitation.
We were like sunflowers.
During the day these keep turning their heads
so that they are always facing the sun.
But when the sun goes down
they close their petals and hang their heads.
That’s how it was with us.
When the sun went down on the Master’s life
Without him our days lacked all charm.
Our lives became a desert.
But how can we tell you the joy that flooded our souls
When we discovered that the Lord had risen?
We cannot do so.
Only he, by his touch,
can do for you what he did for us-
the day he broke through the walls
behind which we were hiding
bemoaning our shattered dreams!
Risen Lord, help us to believe
That you are always with us,
And that nothing in life or death
Can separate us from you.
The grass never sleeps.
Or the roses.
Nor does the lily have a secret eye that shuts until morning.
Jesus said, wait with me. But the disciples slept.
The cricket has such splendid fringe on its feet,
and it sings, have you noticed, with its whole body,
and heaven knows if it ever sleeps.
Jesus said, wait with me. And maybe the stars did, maybe
the wind wound itself into a silver tree, and didn’t move,
Maybe, the lake far away, where once he walked as on a
blue pavement, lay still and waited, wild awake.
Oh the dear bodies, slumped and eye-shut, that could not
keep that vigil, how they must have wept,
so utterly human, knowing this too
must be a part of the story.