Sunday, April 16, 2006

Easter Sunday

A great earthquake shakes a stone loose from a tomb.
It is bare, the robes are empty,
And Mary cries out in fear.

The Night is dark and lonely and the day long and flat.
A life is numb; a heart is empty.
I cry out in fear.

O God, where is my center, my soul, my being?
O God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?

And the disciples went to a mountain in Galilee.
They worshiped and were commanded
To go, To teach, To know....
for lo, I am with you always, to the close of the age.
And fear and trembling shook the earth with joy.
- Joan Hemenway