As the glad phoenix from his spicy bed
Bursts in vermilion splendour, as the bright
Sudden lightning-flash and orange-red
And leaping flames light up the night:
So is the thunder-clap of Jesus’ rising.
Consternation, joy, amazement all together
Confound us, shake us open for surprising
Truth to penetrate. HE IS RISEN – whether
Or not I believe it, he is truly living,
Unconstrained now, loving without limit,
Only my refusal may frustrate his giving.
But Gód’s blazing glory is beyónd what I can guess,
Negativity or evil cannot hinder, cannot dim it,
For his fire will enfold me and transmute me into Yes.
tRuth 2019
poem prayer silence 