Resurrection

Some of you have seen my Triduum and Easter poems before. And now, I am posting them again, one per day. Holy Thursday, Good Friday, and Holy Saturday were written in 2003. Resurrection was written in 1999. I have updated the copyright for all of them to 2025. I presume everyone will respect that.

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
Updated © 2025
Dr Roberta M Meehan