The resurrection greeting
on the lips of the risen one,
brings, at best, a disturbing reassurance
to a lost people.
These confused ones thought
that they had known where they were headed.
They had been followers of one
destined for greatness;
accepted wisdom held that they would
share in at least a small corner
of his glorious destiny.
It was not to be;
the master’s great journey
was cruelly cut short,
after having been diverted
down a Jerusalem cul-de-sac..
His followers had been left to find
their own sad way home
to pick up what remained of their lives.
They had not got far.
Fear and bewilderment
had achieved what hope could not
and held them together grieving;
long enough, at least, for the surprise
reappearance of their master
who outrageously suggested
that the journey must continue.
Peace be with you.
An older poem that might be of interest
