Saturday, April 15, 2017

Peter's Report


The Disciples Peter and John Running to the Sepulcher
 on the Morning of the Resurrection by Eugène Burnand

Running all the way,
bent double in breathless pain
we peer and see
the gaping grave
open to the rising sun.

Slowly we enter, our eyes sun-blind,
when we see the empty bench,
the bloody cloth cast within.

I try to imagine
how light must have pierced the cloth,
the sudden shudder
of His broken body,
His sharp breath exploding
like a swimmer breaking the surface,

and I see John’s eyes
outshining the sun,
and my own face
lighting even death's
darkest place!

(24 April 2011)