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. The First Morning by Deborah Beach Giordano Silently, stealthily, among the fearsome shadows trembling; the night as cold as death. Drawn forth toward the dawn at its first awakening. A flash, a flare, a blinding flame; the sun kissed the earth. Blinking, stumbling, earth shaking, stones shifting, soldiers fainting thunderstruck. The tomb sorrow-full, now empty, a womb having birthed Adam, anew. Midwives 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 do not be afraid. Deborah Beach Giordano : I am a struggling Christian, committed pacifist, n...
Women's Spiritual Poetry