Resurrection Poem by Ronald Rolheiser
What is most precious in us ends up in a tomb- a dream crucified, a Christ entombed, a winter set in, a human being frozen over.
Before being buried in our graves, we are largely buried in our lives.
Mainly because of this, we begin to sin.
Our infidelities, our lack of gratitude, our propensity to misunderstand and to hurt each other occur mostly because what’s best in us – the image of God – lies frozen, assets we cannot touch.
Our poverty and bitterness come from that.
And so we begin to settle for second best, we make do. A life without enthusiasm, without fire, with passion quieted, with joy frozen.
We accept our limits. “This is the way I am, this is the way things are, this is the way it will always be!”
So we live on, far from fully alive, the Christ in us lying in the tomb, what’s most precious in us frozen under bitterness.
The challenge of Easter is to resurrect daily, to leave behind us a string of empty tombs, to let our lives radiate so that in the end, everything is goo…
Before being buried in our graves, we are largely buried in our lives.
Mainly because of this, we begin to sin.
Our infidelities, our lack of gratitude, our propensity to misunderstand and to hurt each other occur mostly because what’s best in us – the image of God – lies frozen, assets we cannot touch.
Our poverty and bitterness come from that.
And so we begin to settle for second best, we make do. A life without enthusiasm, without fire, with passion quieted, with joy frozen.
We accept our limits. “This is the way I am, this is the way things are, this is the way it will always be!”
So we live on, far from fully alive, the Christ in us lying in the tomb, what’s most precious in us frozen under bitterness.
The challenge of Easter is to resurrect daily, to leave behind us a string of empty tombs, to let our lives radiate so that in the end, everything is goo…
