Welcome Judith Sornberger, guest blogger, and author of Open Heart, Wal-Mart Orchid, Practicing the World, and The Accidental Pilgrim: Finding God and His Mother in Tuscany.
Below is one of several poems from a series called “Days of Ash and Wonder”—poems written during this Lenten season. Some are more personal than others, but, as with all so-called “personal” or “confessional” poems, the hope is that they will speak to others, nonetheless.
My Colleague Asks If I Really Believe in the Resurrection
We awaken to the same dark sky and cold
we’ve endured for months now, but
before church, kids search for baskets
filled with chocolate rabbits and those
neon pink and yellow Peeps, celebrating
something almost too sweet to swallow.
Later a baritone sings “And we shall
be changed,” his voice flowing through
us like the maple syrup folks around here
make, while a tiny girl in an orange tutu
twirls in the aisle and we’re all yearning
to spin with her, to succumb to dizzy joy,
grinning like a bunch of fools when,
believe it or not, spears of sun shoot
right through Jesus’s glass robe and hands,
lighting our cheeks and foreheads like we
all suddenly get the same great joke.
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