This is the last in a 15-poem sequence I wrote for the Via Crucis or Way of the Cross – a meditation on the events that led up to the joyful morning of the first Easter Day. I hope I’ve captured the joy of the Resurrection. A happy Easter to all who follow this blog, and may joy and hope come to those longing for change and new life.
XV JESUS RESURREXIT SICUT DIXIT –
JESUS HAS RISEN AS HE PROMISED
After the long shadows of a darkened Friday,
After the sorrows of a Sabbath tasting of bitter herbs,
Now leonine light bursts out roaring in a blaze of untamed joy,
In the brazen fire of angels trumpeting over the empty tomb:
For Christ the Lion of Judah has arisen from the gloom.
Proclaim it now across the blank,
Closed rooftops of Jerusalem; shout it now
Over the whitening wheat-fields past the town:
Dry river beds all dusty now shall run with rippling streams;
Young folk shall see visions, old folk dream great dreams.
The grain that the sower planted has sprung up for the harvest;
The bread they broke on Calvary has fed all hungry, humble mouths.
Olives bud to life; once withered branches now grow fruit.
The barren shall bear their babes at last; the Shepherd
Shall find his sheep. The weak—the lame—shall walk and leap.
Our Father’s voice: the deaf shall hear it now unsealed.
Those with deep wounds, with blood congealed,
Those who are frail—all shall be healed.
The tongue of the dumb shall loudly praise him.
For Jesus our Lord from death shall raise them.
Shout it loud across the rooftops of Jerusalem;
Proclaim it over the whitening wheat-fields past the town:
The promise he wrote on our broken hearts,
The promise he made on our inmost parts:
This new-made Covenant—now, even now it starts!
© Lizzie Ballagher