Rabboni!
Come here, Thomas, feel My hands Put your finger in My side Ghosts do not have flesh and blood Ghosts do not, in body, rise Come here, Peter, son of John, Do you love Me more than these? Feed My lambs and tend My sheep Come, restored, and follow Me Come here, Mary, do not cry, Who then is it that you seek? I ascend, no more to die, To My Father and My God Come here, child, come and see Peer within the vacant tomb Alive, My grave is empty Alive, I give life to you ὁ κύριός μου καὶ ὁ θεός μου!
I jotted down this short poem back in 2020 as I thought about the amazing post-resurrection conversations that Thomas, Mary Magdalene, and Peter each had with the Lord. I was playing around with the 7.7.7.7 syllable lines, a loose ABCB rhyme, but with a contrasting rhyme in the third stanza to emphasize its last line.
I find Jesus’ conversations with his followers after His resurrection to be so powerful. They are human, but heavenly. They are a foretaste of the resurrection life to come, and of “the grace that will be brought to [us] at the revelation of Jesus Christ” (1 Peter 1:13). The Author of Life was killed, but conquered death.
O Death, you conqueror of all things,
Now, are you conquered!-Mahler’s 2nd Symphony1
Have a great weekend!
He is risen and is crowned victor over the devil!
In Christ,
Cody
My friend who writes
shared this amazing piece of music with me recently. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symphony_No._2_(Mahler)
What a lovely poem!
I love that poem!