On Belief in the Physical Resurrection of Jesus by Denise Levertov
It is for all 'literalists of the imagination,' poets or not, that miracle is possible and essential. Are some intricate minds nourished on concept, as epiphytes flourish high in the canopy? Can they subsist on the light, on the half of metaphor that's not grounded in dust, grit, heavy carnal clay? Do signs contain and utter, for them all the reality that they need? Resurrection, for them, an internal power, but not a matter of flesh? For the others, of whom I am one, miracles (ultimate need, bread of life,) are miracles just because people so tuned to the humdrum laws: gravity, mortality- can't open to symbol's power unless convinced of its ground, its roots in bone and blood. We must feel the pulse in the wound to believe that 'with God all things are possible,' taste bread at Emmaus that warm hands broke and blessed.