I’m grateful for the opportunity to know and reflect on the indestructible life and work of Christ. How did he do it? and What took place behind the stone once it was rolled into place? are the questions on my mind this year.
I hope you enjoy the poem and find time to marvel at what took place on Easter.
Happy Easter, friends. He is risen indeed.
~AK
Behind the stone
Behind the stone
the one heaved
hefted by the brute force
of ten Roman soldiers
where your battered body was
wrapped, sealed
a stone heavier than your
quiet, faithful mother’s grief
thicker than the confusion of every
one healed by your human hands
a stone weightier than the fear that
all of it was one cruel, unusual
lie
Behind that stone a
staircase
You descended
walked past all the slack-jawed powers
principalities that once
cracked crowns
stepped
into the deepest darkness to
snap victory from the hound of
hell
silenced him with a
laugh with a
whisper
Then, as you ascended
the stairway
wide and bright as Jacob's
ladder, to the height of heaven
eternity your captive
ascended to return the keys of life and
death to God himself
that stone was still in its place:
the final curtain between
heaven between
earth
That stone, the great
cataract on the eye of creation
blinding us to the drama
underneath the world
above, beneath all things
finally rolled away
to reveal the ever-widening
realm of glory
© 2024 Andrew Kooman
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