Out of the Tomb

Written by: Karen Anne Donner

We keep descending into our tomb
whose walls are built of cold stones of self-centeredness,
whose mortar is a sticky paste from our clenched fists.
In the darkness we don’t see our true self.
We can’t see God.
We can’t see others.
Then, we think He won’t listen.
We begin to close the door to his invitations –
to forgiveness, to compassion, to his mercy.
Our brokenness begins to fracture.
The pain of splinters makes us harden.
One day, distant, fragrant melodies
penetrate our anger, our misery.
Our ears awaken our senses.
Our mind stirs to memories of ancient Truth.
With a gasp, we move toward the door
and peer through a chink.
A hint of beauty reaches our eyes.
A wisp of warmth enlivens our spirits.
Desire for life from living water animates our limbs.
We tentatively step out, inch-by-inch,
into the enveloping healing, son-reflecting, holy mist.
Out of the tomb we advance into the arms
of the unconditional love of our Redeemer.