Today, on Easter Sunday, I reflect on the story of the women who went to the tomb where Jesus’ body had been placed...
We don’t know why they went there; perhaps to mourn, perhaps in faith or hopelessness. Whatever else, the journey took courage — and resulted in an amazing experience.
We don’t know why they went there; perhaps to mourn, perhaps in faith or hopelessness. Whatever else, the journey took courage — and resulted in an amazing experience.
The First Morning
by
Deborah Beach Giordano
Silently,
stealthily,
among the fearsome shadows
trembling;
the night
as cold
as death.
stealthily,
among the fearsome shadows
trembling;
the night
as cold
as death.
Drawn forth
toward the dawn
at its first awakening.
toward the dawn
at its first awakening.
A flash,
a flare,
a blinding flame;
the sun
kissed the earth.
a flare,
a blinding flame;
the sun
kissed the earth.
Blinking,
stumbling,
earth shaking,
stones shifting,
soldiers fainting
thunderstruck.
stumbling,
earth shaking,
stones shifting,
soldiers fainting
thunderstruck.
The tomb
sorrow-full,
now empty,
a womb
having birthed
Adam, anew.
sorrow-full,
now empty,
a womb
having birthed
Adam, anew.
Midwives
taken unaware,
hearts pounding
uncomprehending,
fear
and
joy
and
hope
and
yearning.
taken unaware,
hearts pounding
uncomprehending,
fear
and
joy
and
hope
and
yearning.
And the Light.
Touch
and taste
and see
and know
what love can do.
and taste
and see
and know
what love can do.
And do not be afraid.
Deborah Beach Giordano: I am a struggling Christian, committed pacifist, near-obsessive recycler, incurable animal lover, inveterate tree-hugger; a nature mystic, a socialized introvert, an advocate for the vulnerable, an opponent of exploiters. I live in beautiful Marin County, California, where I practice a ministry in Spiritual Direction and healing arts.
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If you have a poem that would lend to musical expression, I would humbly try and marry words with melody. D.B. P.S. I’ve learned to appreciate Tchaikovsky!!
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