It’s Good Friday, almost midnight
The women have left the hanging hill
Broken, with his body,
A lifetime, more than a death
away from healing tears
(A long, terrible death, but it’s over now)
This is worse~ his absence
The light of the world has gone out now;
Life itself, in this great love
Gone from them.
Oh, how much each loved him! Mary his mother,
Martha and Mary of Magdala
A love such as that
Costing not less than everything
I remember it now
Love for the Beloved who is gone
Into the darkness
Into the Father
Into the All
Where? Does it matter?
I believe in the Resurrection
I believe in the reappearance, the Return,
I believe, I believe, I
Want to believe…
Of course it was more than that, but
Mary loved and feared the way
His face would draw in, and close
And the light cloud in his great eyes
Shadow across the sunlit pool of Bethesda
The sun of his searching-out, soul-drawing eyes
It was pain, sometimes anger,
Over the priests and the money-changers and the treatment
Of widows, of slaves, and the desolate of the earth.
Then he would smile again, and
The whole world would turn.
Mary beheld the still centre
Unbreathing, she saw the glory of the One
What was it like, to be enclosed in those arms?
~ I forget …
Held in those eyes?
Do you? Remember it too?
You will know it again, and finally
Dry your age-long tears,
Let the untold joy of his reappearance
Fill your heart
His Love will transform us
The One love will be your love,
Our Love will be One
Soon He will stand before us
Radiant as the Sun.
He is returning,
To all of humanity
To his own.