Risen One ... our day began in deep dark silence,
tear fell too easily as we considered the loss,
as we embraced the enormity of death,
as we experienced the breadth of sorrow ...
In the darkness she went first to mourn and to weep,
in the darkness she found the tomb, broken and empty,
in the darkness she cried out and fled searching ...
Together in the breaking dawn they came to see ...
Running, hearts pounding, pulses racing,
they came to see if what she said was true ...
Empty ...
Gone ...
Uncertainty broke in upon them ...
from grief they fled to fear and horror ...
Death was one thing,
but a missing body was something different ...
Standing alone she heard her voice whispered
whispered by a familiar voice
whispered by the Risen One ...
Grief and fear gave way to joy ...
The missing one had returned ...
The missing one had risen ...
The missing one had been found and shows the way ...
"Mary" he called her by name ...
bringing her from a place of darkness
to stand blinking in the fullness of God's welcoming light ...
And so the day began ...
... and it ended in a room ...
They gathered, talking, discussing, arguing ...
what did all of this mean?
how has this happened?
what is happening now?
Confused and uncertain, they gathered in a familiar place
where he had prayed
where he had washed their feet
where he had broken bread
where he had poured out the cup
where he had taken a deep breath and plunged into the night ...
They gathered, waiting, wondering, praying ...
And suddenly he was there,
the missing one had come
the missing one had risen
the missing one was found anew ...
My Peace I give you,
he whispered with a smile,
My peace I give you,
he said breathing new life through the room ...
In the darkness the light had come,
in the uncertainty came awe and wonder ...
Risen One ... you called them by name ...
you guided them through the dark and lonely places ...
you whispered to thier hearts to trust in God ...
you revealed yourself in that moment that comes
when darkness gives way to light
when life continues on in the face of death
when hope glimmers and pushes aside cynicism and disbelief ...
Guide us from the garden through the streets O Holy One,
take us by the hand and lead us from doubt to believe ...
take our hands and place them in yours ...
reveal yourself in the unexpected place ...
show yourself in the breaking of the bread ...
Transform us from fearfilled disciples cowering in the dark,
to faithful messengers proclaiming the message:
He is Risen, He is Risen INDEED !!!
Hear us as we pray O Holy and Risen One,
and be with us in our journey.
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