Holy Week 2003

Easter Day 2

She stood there, frightened, at the empty tomb,
She missed Him as she missed Him at the feast;
And yet she had conceived in her soul's womb;
She counted first and most, once last and least:
And, as she wiped the tears from her eyes,
She underwent new blindness from the East
But, turning, she beheld her Master's face,
The victim She anointed was the priest. 

Teach us to know You with an open mind,
To see You most where we expect You least;
To find You risen where You were confined
By us who love Your flour but fear Your yeast:
And may we, fortified with love extreme,
Uphold the weak that they may learn to kiss;
That all, united, cast our narrow dream
For Your embrace of never ending bliss.