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| Empty Tomb- He Qi |
The Good Friday altar is
bleak
three crosses, rough with
nails,
we are mean to think
of someone in pain, approach
a cross, each step a prayer,
and take a nail to lighten
the burden. I think of you,
John O’Donohue- for Good Friday – Echoes of Memory
We don’t
typically have to wait for much nowadays, we can tell when its going to rain in
the swipe of a finger, the probability of a sports score in a mater of seconds,
the sex of an unborn child in an afternoon. We can choose to exile the pain and
suffering of those around us, to hide those we don’t agree of worse embarrass
us.
The
women on that first Easter morning - who didn’t have the luxury of choice in
waiting - rushed to the tomb in garden in hope and reality, with words of Jesus
ringing in their ears, along with the mutterings of doubters. But they waited, trusted
and believed.
They
hadn’t lived through Triduum after Triduum, years of vigils, but rather; the
death of a friend, son and brother; 3 days of agony of questions; exiles- friends
disappearing.
And
then as they hear the whispers of past, of their Friend our Christ, they see
the unimagined the stone moved the tomb empty.
As
I sit with these women some 2000yrs on I remember that I to am able to wait to
discover the unimagined, to question, to open my ears and my heart to the words of
past beloveds, to let my soul speak to that of the son, friend, brother which
dwells in those around me. And with this comes a newness, like the birdsong in
that garden with those women, as I do every
morning with the hearts that shape my day.
We were sent here to search
for the light of Easter in our hearts and when we find it, we are meant to give
it away generously.
The dawn that is rising this
Easter morning is a gift to our hearts and we are meant to celebrate it and to
carry away from this holy, ancient place the gifts of healing and light and the
courage of a new beginning.”
John
O’Donohue Easter Sunrise at Corcomroe
