(for Easter Sunday)
This day is relief,
As the earth vomits up Someone it is not equipped to keep,
As the weight that dove graveward two days back
Now stretches the world
Beyond taut belief,
Beyond boundaries and limits.
The tension builds to climax
And glory vaults skyward, in trampoline spring.
And we are stretched also,
Pressed down, shaken together, and running over
With the Undefinable that defines all things.
It tires me out, this glory.
The resurrection is both half and whole,
A seamless salvation in a sewn and tattered soul.
I just keep waxing worn and thin.
Who’s idea was it to put new wine into an old wineskin?
Brothers and sisters,
(Speaking of wine)
Today is the day to drink deep and be merry!
Let yourselves forget for a moment
The troubles of life on this earth.
Heaven’s hilarity has crashed in upon us
And laughter is echoing inside and out.
See it, green and tensile, bursting in buds and wild with heat.
Breathe it in, fragrant and alluring,
Feel it, rippling and supple to the touch.
It repeats itself time and again until we listen,
It copy/pastes until we see:
That He will make what is not, to be.
Everything is beautiful, now and then.
This day may be the brightest now,
But we have yet to see the rest.
“What gain has the worker from his toil? I have seen the business that God has given to the children of man to be busy with. He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also, he has put eternity into man’s heart, yet so that he cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end. I perceived that there is nothing better for them than to be joyful and to do good as long as they live; also that everyone should eat and drink and take pleasure in all his toil—this is God’s gift to man.
I perceived that whatever God does endures forever; nothing can be added to it, nor anything taken from it. God has done it, so that people fear before him. 15 That which is, already has been; that which is to be, already has been; and God seeks what has been driven away.”
(Liturgical poetry during Lent is inspired by the Ecclesiastes 3:1-8. Photo by Linnea Wheeler)