I hope you have enjoyed this Lenten journey through my reflections, photos and art. Here we are on the day of Resurrection, and I wish you a very Happy Easter!
God bless you,
Three Days Later
Blood curdles into the grain
Mixes fresh with old
Responding, the sap sings
Though long dead and now discarded
Roughly hewn and unplaned
Yours the only carpenter’s hands
It has ever known
Sings then, and rises
Green shoots writhing
With untameable life
Curling, encircling the rusting nails
Budding in split beams
Filling the cracks with flowers
Rising from wooden wounds.
Art and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt
Not by the gentle hand or tears of Mary, but by hands bronzed and timeless, the rock is rolled. This new wheeled invention is hard to grasp, the movement of heaven’s cogs purposeful and interlinked with plans hardwired into the very fabric of time. God’s well-oiled machinery releases the new wine, and out it flows, music of the spheres, trumpets muted by the world’s deafness nevertheless heralding the rebirth of the divine, with ten fingers and ten toes and the gaping wounds of having already, at so tender an age, made all well.
Mistaking the greater miracle for the gardener, we miss it, and stare, open-mouthed at heaviness made light, a strange emptiness, and notice only the absence of moss.
© Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2016
Photo from morguefile.com