David Dying in Colorado
Was it a deep shadow of grief
wrapped like a black veil over
Mary's somber eyes that shrouded
them from recognizing You
BRILLIANT
early that Easter morning?
Was it a dark, dispiriting cloud of despair
over Your dreadful death hanging
like thick black smoke wreathed
around her broken heart, that
prevented its perceiving You
RESPLENDENT
that transcendent dawn?
Was it a torrent of tears -
wet cataracts that blurred her sight
like a liquid scrim across
the panes of her sad eyes
obscuring You
RISEN
that dazzling daybreak?
Or did Your radiance blind
With transfiguring brightness
Like some divine lightning striking
her mourning eyes to misperceive
as a simple gardener You
GLORIOUS
that magnificent morn?
... Our Lenten repentance - prayer, fasting, and
Almsgiving - cease suddenly
On Easter morning when You call
By name
and we see clearly revealed
Not gardener…ah… Teacher!
Friend, Beloved – You!
LUMINOUS!
Alleluia . . . ALLELUIA!