Here is my last prayer/poem for the season. It was a full few days of EASTER RESURRECTION PREACHING and then right off to Toronto for discussions on justice and the church which were full of lament and honesty and Jesus. And the exact right thing to be doing in Resurrection Time.
Here is my Easter Poem. Its by Mary Karr (a salty mouthed recovering alcoholic who does the best job of lived apologetics in her memoir LIT of anyone I’ve read).
Descending Theology: The Resurrection
From the far star points of his pinned extremities,
cold inched in – black ice and squid ink-
till the hung flesh was empty.
Lonely in that void even for pain,
he missed his splintered get,
the human stare buried in his face.
He ached for two hands made of meat
he could reach to the end of.
In the corpse’s core, the stone fist
of his heart began to bang
on the stiff chest’s door, and breath spilled
back into that battered shape. Now
it’s your limbs he comes to fill, as warm water
shatters at birth, rivering every way.
(and my prayer? – Come lord Jesus, river in these your people, even me, watering through dry land until blossoming this whole earth. Take our fear and turn it into love and clear words and action that upholds your beloved creatures. Take this fear and help me trust who you’ve said I am. come alive in every part of me – and us – for your world. life heal us. Help us to remember this emptying cross is the way – Reconcile us here…..even here.)