The Art of Resurrection
How is
it
possible
not to
believe in
Resurrection;
when daily
it is
accomplished
around
you?
When from
sleep's
dark
and purple
night
the Divine
rhythm
so long laid
down
pulses playing
and
form is freed
while
colour
washes
the sky
clean
and
the
birds
sing their
holy astonishment
at seeing
the
light
again
for
one more
day.
Where
were
you
then,
this dawning
when
the daily
Easter
exultet took
place?
To what noise
were your ears
tuned?
To what sights
your eyes?
Did you
begin
with faith in
the
beauty
that awaited
you
beyond
the door
of your
snoozing senses;
or did
you
soldier slumber
at the
tomb of
your yesterdays
unwilling
to have
your gaze
lifted
to sky's summoning
to a
new
start?
No matter,
this
miracle awaits
you,
every day,
with
divine patience.
Come then
and join the
dawn chorus
of delight
and allow
sun,
and sky,
and sea;
bird,
and bush,
and beast
to teach you
the ancient
wild resurrection
art
of
blessed
beginning.
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