Because she has loved me
She will love me.
As the sunset is bursting with beauty
So the sunrise will be beauty filled.
The way this toy boat floats
So also an aircraft carrier.
The whimsy of a floating balloon
Increases as you release it.
If A = B = C
A = C
If an impossibility happens
The impossible is possible.
In the same way
Paul uses logic
To prove the illogical.
The first fruits
From a New tree.
Foretaste of what will be.
Mary didn’t come praying
“Jesus, please be resurrected.”
She had no way of understanding
What was to be expected
Sometimes we think God requires prayer
That understands out of thin air
What to ask for, and when to say
Exactly what He’d want today.
The mystery of the empty tomb
A hope for which they’d not given much room
The disciples returned to where they lived
While Mary had more grief to give.
Two angels first appeared within
And asked her why she wept
“They have taken my Lord away
And now I’m unsure where He’s kept.”
Then the gardener from outside
Smiled and asked the same
She was overwhelmed and smiling wide
As soon as He said her name
It was no gardener standing there
In physical body appeared
It was Jesus, resurrected
Saying “do not hold me here”.”
“I didn’t return to stay forever
But to tell you I must go,
But tell the brothers I will ascend
And I’m here so you will know.”
So Mary went to share the news
Soon as the disciples she did reach
(Which lays a pretty good foundation
For all women called to preach.)
Jesus, resurrected Lord
Firstborn of New Creation
Reveals to us the Father’s Power
And offers us His Salvation…
When someone dies before their time
Not a single person is ready
We allow anyone to offer help
For their hands can be more steady
A disciple from the fringes?
A rich man just converted?
Joseph of Arimathea came
When he had been alerted.
He helped to wrap the body
As all creation watched and mourned
The heaviest of weight in grief
In their stomachs continued to form
Yet even as their tears were moist
Rome was staying in the loop
The Pharisees has warned them
Of deception possible by His group
The worst thing that could happen
Would be to let them pretend He rose
And so the tomb was well guarded
By His enemies and foes.
The heavy stone was rolled in place
And guards stood just nearby
The women slowly walked away
As all the cosmos sighed.
I wonder if creation could
Feel something New was brewing?
Or if even the birds and fish
Had no idea what the creator was doing…
words from wick 