Morning.

Sunrise.

The air sings.

The sun shines.

Something is stirring.

The wind is fresh on our faces, and it feels wrong.

Isn’t the world grieving?

Aren’t we mourning, mourning for our own death?

The whole world seems to whisper, Wake up.

But what we want is to go back to sleep.

The world has been too dark for this swift sunrise.

We are like the women on the road to the tomb:

We are trying so hard to move through our own numbness, like swimming through sticky molasses.

Living makes us tired; weeping wearies our eyes and our limbs.

We feel that there is no hope left.

Wake up, the world whispers.

Is it to us?

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

Suddenly, in the midst of our grief and weariness, we stumble and look up, and thus we meet Him.

We don’t know Who He is.

We don’t recognize His familiar features.

But we’ve known Him all our lives.

Something about Him seems right, awakening in us every longing we’ve ever had — and then fulfilling each one.

We didn’t think we had longings anymore. We thought the world had beat them out of us.

We look up. Gaze in His eyes. They are full of color.

And then we know.

We know Who He is.

And all we can do is weep.

All our hope was dead.

We weep in joy, in too good to be true.

And yet, it is true.

It is true that once He died, and we died with Him.

It is true that He held us close as we died together.

It is true that He loved us as He died, loved us as a lover loves His beloved, as a Father loves His child.

It is true that He isn’t dead anymore.

It’s an historical fact that somewhere in Israel, there’s a tomb where there should be rotting bones — but there aren’t.

It’s true that He was dead for three days but now He’s not, because God raised Him from the dead.

And with Him — us.

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth
day of life and of life and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

He invites us to put our hands in His side, to touch His face, to experience Him with our whole body and soul and mind — our whole personhood.

He whispers in our ears that He loves us, that He is here.

His very presence reminds us that He is all the hope in the world.

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any — lifted from the no
of all nothing — human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

We didn’t think we had longings anymore.

But He awakens all our longings and shows us that what we craved all along was Him.

Just Him. Nothing less — and there is nothing more.

He is all our longings and all their fulfillment and all the overflowing thereof.

For Him is all our thirst and hunger, and He is our bread and wine.

Hope lives and thrives in our hearts.

We forget that there ever was a night.

The sunrise is swift.

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

*****

Poem: "i thank You God for most this amazing" by E.E. Cummings

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