Poem April 5, 1982 Issue

Learning from the resurrection

MICHAEL WILLIAM HAMILTON

Very early in the morning the first day of the week,
they came unto the sepulchre at the rising of the sun.
And they said among themselves, Who shall roll us away
the stone from the door of the sepulchre? And when they
looked, they saw that the stone was rolled away.

(Mark 16:2-4)

God has not left me
cut off from morning,
stalled at the mouth
of some plugged cave,
fearing a stone
that won't roll away.

No. Spirit leads me sure-footed
before eyes' light,
wrapped in faith
that unclothes darkness.

Spirit lifts me whole
through winding sheets of self-disgust
without slow weary unraveling
of process, ritual, therapy, time.

Spirit brings me to stand humbled,
a degree more Christly,
in the unsealed door,
amazed at reality made plain—
stoneless, mighty, here, alive.

Soul reveals the Christ design
making healers of the healed,
resurrecting those who see the risen.
Healer by omniscience, God asides the stone,
brings out from tombs,
leads in through open door to show
matter lawless, man restored,
God's law clear and bold as flooding early light.

MICHAEL WILLIAM HAMILTON

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