Resurrexit.

Resurrexit.

I think of that quiet moment in the tomb.
As the lifeless body of Jesus lay,
shrouded and bloodied, beaten and bruised.
The man’s life ended,
the Divine life pulsing in the bosom of the Father.
I imagine the moment the Spirit hovered over the lifeless body of Christ,
just as the Spirit once hovered over the waters.
Moving gently, speaking with authority:
FIAT LUX. Let there be light.
I can imagine the spark of life,
that all at once lights up the darkness.
The liminal, hellish space that seemed to tether God and man,
now opened up and rendered bare by the life of the God-man.
Divinity seal’s humanity’s mortal fate
in the newfound promise of eternity.
Death forever changed
into a pathway toward the Truest Life.
Life forever changed
into a partnership with Divine Communion.
And suddenly the dead man is raised.
The wounded, bloody man is alive
and transfigured.
The stone is rolled away
and the dead man comes forth.
Speaking the Divine Word into the earth:
O death, where is thy sting?
And all at once: the world is touched by Glory.
And the ones who thought they knew Him
are found speechless at His Gaze.
He is beyond their wildest dreams.
Life itself has burst forth from the tomb
and just like He had promised,
He is the Resurrection and the Life:
the Alpha and the Omega.