Then Simon Peter came, following him, and went into the tomb. He saw the linen wrappings lying there, and the cloth that had been on Jesus’s head, not lying with the linen wrappings but rolled up in a place by itself. John 6-7
I was blessed this summer to be able to go to the Bosco Conference at Franciscan University of Steubenville.
While I was there, I had an opportunity to spend an afternoon in adoration. I took a book with me called: The Holy Veil of Manopello: The Human Face of God.
I was struck by how the Shroud of Turin shows a dead Christ, but the Veil of Manopello, shows Christ alive.
It is amazing what God did.
I wrote the following poem while in adoration. I share it with you to help you remember the awe of Resurrection.
The Breath that Conquered Death
The breath that conquered death, imprinted on the veil
The Divine Christ is risen
The Shroud of death assailed
The wounds of man retained on His hands and on His feet
From His side He pours out through Heaven’s Mercy Seat
She sits with arms wide open
Her womb the refuge rest
Inviting all to living water
And to the altar blessed
with hearts contrite we feed
on living bread divine
the pathway to perfection
a love that is refine
Do not be afraid
though you know not what lies ahead
Hold the hand of your Mother
and the one who raised the dead.