© Hilary F. Marckx, all rights reserved
must push up from the soil and bloom!
must follow the Spring Equinox!
must rise and set!
must set and rise!
Jesus must rise,
and so must we…!
cycles that cannot be unbroken.
rhythms that will play out.
metaphors, equations, syllogisms
that always seem to work—
if cross, then tomb;
if tomb’s slab, then table;
if body broken, then bread on table;
if yeast, then bread rises;
if life poured out, then cup is filled up;
if tomb then, resurrection;
if shame, then glory;
if Jesus lives, then so do we.
Magma forms mountains,
planting brings harvest,
in our hopes,
by our grief,
through our fear,
in spite of our disbelief,
we step off our own crosses,
strip off the wrappings of death,
walk out of our own tombs,
because faith requires faith not proof,
we can believe we, too,
will rise with the glory of the risen Christ.
regardless of our lack of understanding,
or faith, or possession of quantifiable scientific evidence,
that is how the God of all that is
when you’re the God of all love,
love always wins.