Christ is risen. Hallelujah!
to live that statement.
Not always easy to believe,
when it’s preached by old men in dark suits,
with faces from which the joy
has long drained away.
Like color from a well-washed shirt.
living in a Good Friday world.
I can believe in the cross.
The headlines in the paper shout its truth. Everyday.
The suffering. The pain.
Christ mocked and crucified. Afresh.
Unless I see … Handle the evidence.
Find hard-edged proof.
Lord, open my eyes.
like crocus pushing through snow,
purple on white. Still cold.
I see a gleam of life in the daffodil gold,
warmer round dark trees.
in human courage.
In the painful, glad acceptance of uncertainty.
The joyous living of today
in the shadow of death.
In lives touched by your hand.
Transformed. Turned triumphantly
to face your light.
The stone rolled away. The tomb empty.
Life ahead, beginning now.
to reach out
and take it.
May you be inspired – everyday!