Sunday, March 27, 2016

Easter Morning - Whispers in a Garden


The birds were awake
at the mere hint of daybreak
and their songs
filled the air
as if to praise God
for all that had been accomplished …
as if they wanted 
to be the first to shout,
“Christ is risen .. Christ is risen indeed!”

Yet, the woman 
did not notice the joy
for her sorrow was great.
She whispered
his name 
and it echoed 
from an empty tomb -
“MY LORD”.

She had seen him
beaten …
bloodied …
mocked …
crucified …
dead.
Still, she whispered,
“MY LORD.”
Still, she heard 
only an echo.

Staring into the emptiness,
she again whispered,
“MY LORD.
Where have they taken him?”

His name 
has been whispered.
A presence is felt
and there is a rustling
in the gardens
of her life.
In the fog and mist
of her morning
and in the darkness 
of her dawn,
another whisper
is heard - “Mary.”

Oh, such blessed whispers
in a garden -
“My Lord” …
“Mary” …
“My Father and your Father” …
“My God and your God”.

The whispers are no more!
Thank God, 
the whispers are no more!

Shouts, yes SHOUTS
are heard.
Grace and mercy flows
down from the cross.  
Love walks out 
of a tomb, 
emptied on the third day.
Our names are 
whispered in a garden.

Go and tell others …

“CHRIST IS RISEN!  CHRIST IS RISEN INDEED!”

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