Community of the Sisters of the Church

To John on the Day of the Resurrection

     There was the dark
     and the heart-breaking
dead with grief,
the cold terror of lostness,
shattered hopes and love- yearning;

then the message and rush
     to the tomb,
the heart standing still
till its winged vision,
     (eagle-like)
flew to the sun’s light,
breaking in wave upon wave
with a sudden dark knowing.
I was silent, without words,
(there was no need) –
     I beheld,
     I believed.