Sunday, October 19, 2014

Poem: David Coppola

We saw the breadcrumbs, emptied vessels, damp towels scattered over the shaking floor of our faith. Justice was swept under the rug of violence and redemption hung in the balance of a cross. Just when all seemed lost and death began to dance, the long night came to an end.

At dawn, on the first day of the week, we pulled ourselves away from the tear-stained pillows and walked in tired mourning to the place where, unguarded, the stone was rolled away, revealing an empty tomb full of life and possibility! The earth shook with the news, “He is not here!”

Light shines and lilies bloom. You are with us again in this upper room. We sigh and laugh at stories of darkness past. At your table we eat and sing Alleluia! Alleluia! Bells of blessing ring! We dare to touch each other’s hands and side. Peace is your gift. Love is our guide.