Easter Transformation

Easter Metamorphosis

He passed

through death

to life, and bid us follow.

“He who dies

for my sake,”

told He me,

“will find life.”

Barricades

will not stop Him:

He entered

a room filled

   with fear,

   discouragement,

   uncertainty,

   disappointment,

   dashed hopes,

   guilt,

   depression,

   soul-crushing anxiety,

   doubt,

   regret,

and poured upon them all,

forgiveness and peace

such as they have ever known

   before,

such as they never would have hoped

   they could taste

     while writhing in darkness,

     temptation,

     weakness, and sin.

DIE, my dear,

let your horror

lie in a deep grave

forsaken.

He will morph you

when you least expect it,

at the time He chooses

as the best time for you:

a time

when you crumble

in empty impotence,

wondering

if the Son will ever rise again.

But the Sun

does rise inevitably,

even after

the darkest night:

and so does He,

seventy times seven times:

allow yourself

to collapse;

stop trying;

lie limp;

wait for Him to act,

you helpless child.

He will slide His arms

beneath you

and lift you

and breathe

His Spirit,

and restore

what you thought

you had lost.

He allows

nothing,

no one

to perish

in the universe

He created

from

the chaos.

Will he not do

the same

for you?

04.08.2021 Thursday of the Octave of Easter