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Sunday of Resurrection (1,2,3) posts

Empty Tomb

Peter and John
See the open tomb.
The grave cloths lie crumpled,
the headbands rolled up in a separate heap.
An unformed thought nudges at John.
But there’s nothing to be done.
So the men leave.

Mary is left alone.

The grave stone cast aside carelessly,
as if it were not heavy,
The ransacked sepulcher screaming violation,
The empty grave cloths shouting nakedness,
Silence, as loud as storm waves crashing upon a sea wall,
Emptiness, as pressing as crowds rioting in a market square,
Sheer nothingness
Bellows through the chasm of loss.

Mary stays to confront
the thunderous absence of Jesus.



from Dark Love: Meeting the Beloved at the Empty Tomb (retreat)

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