Cycle C -- Homily -- Easter Sunday -- 17 April 2022

Cycle C – Easter Sunday – 17 April 2022

Resurrection
 

"Where is he?"  Desperate scream --

Anguished widow-church at the empty tomb

Her Self detached

 -- as stark reality impaled her

 -- as emptied bowels contorted her.

The oneness they were

The embodiment of unity -- the bounds of creation

Diversity branching from unity -- divinity ensouling humanity

She was his beloved - his moment of creation.

This is my body!

And she consumed him and he was hers.

The hope, the kingdom,

The church they would build

The promises -- dashed and broken
 

Hanging from the cross

Crushed and buried

This is my body!

And now -- wrenched from her very soul

Even his body -- no more --

Taken -- this last violation.

Alone -- too drained for fear, she moved

Each step bearing the weight of the unsaved world.

"Mary!"  She turned.

Involution of unclaimed brilliance

Exploded in one majestic NOW.

Their eyes met

Joy erupted from the very fonts of their beings.

Reaching fingers touched.

And once more -- divinity engulfed humanity.

This is my body!

Original © 1999 – Roberta M Meehan

Updated © 2022 – Roberta M Meehan