Easter and after (Not to be outdone by my friend David, a poem)

Upon that Sunday morning there,
a surprising Son-rise
broke iron-hard nature's rules
and with the new day's dawning light
were all things changed.

So full of possibilities
unseen on dark Friday.
A lifetime of questions
about how one could cheat the grave
and live anew.

But come the weekday mornings here
soon normal life returns
causing eternal hope
to fade into the time now passed
for another year

Leaving blossom and catkins
springing on the bare boughs
in cold, grey mist.

(c) Dr Moose, 2005  ¶ 4:47 pm 0 comments

  W.I.P.2 Regular readers will notice that the former post is no longer relevant ;-)

And I feel happier talking about "readers" now I know that I have some! Hopefully some more thoughts will appear soon - and maybe even about not just life and faith - but even role-playing games (and at this rate computers and Linux to boot - and I know that was a double-entendre!)

Now, however, I need to go to the Christian bookshop with the family...

TTFN  ¶ 12:35 pm 0 comments

  Work In Progress Yes, I know that each and everyone of us is a WIP. ("God the builder, can he fix it?")

And I know that the fun I'm having trying to fit a second hard drive, CD-ROM recognition/booting, and ultimately Linux on one of my other machines is also a WIP.

But so is this blog - and it looks as if part of the set-up carried out far too late on Easter Sunday worked when I thought it hadn't. The only problem is finishing it off.

Which is a long way round to say "Please ignore the 'Continue to main post' link that has appeared on my pages - 'cos I still haven't finished the job!"  ¶ 11:14 am 0 comments

  Technical tweaks Haloscan commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.  ¶ 8:42 pm 0 comments

  Dawn Chorus

Jesus stretched and flexed and crowed,

like a cockerel so glad to be alive,

The joy in his voice,

palpable and contagious,

infecting countless others

with resurrections of their own,

little in comparison to his

but of the same new order,

calling into being

a new day,

a new making.

This is where it begins,

He said,

as he closed a circle,

wide open arms enfolding

what had never been

out of his embrace.

And as he called

what had never been

into that start which is also reunion

He laid healing hands on a sick creation

and said

let’s party.

  ¶ 8:36 pm 1 comments

  Down in the depths (Another of David's wonderful poems for Easter)

You’d have thought

he’d have wanted at least

to get some sleep,

after the hammering he’d taken,

not just at the end but throughout.

But no lie in for Jesus.

Busy as ever as he rested with the Father

He asked, Who can I help here?

and as he said it he knew the answer.

Whatever protocols existed about

gate crashing hell,

he harrowed them out of the way,

urgently, winningly telling the news.

Look at me, he said.

Do you see what hate did to love?

They saw not just wounds

but darkness absorbed,

sin dissolved,

separation bridged.

It’s finished,

He said.

Come back if you want to.

You can never plumb the depths here

  ¶ 7:32 pm 0 comments

  He is not here. He has been raised. Over a period of three days he turned everything upside down. As if he hadn't started it in the previous three years.

No wonder it took his friends some time to get used to it.

Not just "My Lord and my God" from an awe-struck Thomas that afternoon.

Not just a breakfast by the sea, and "Yes, Lord, you know that I love you" from Peter.

Not just a matter of hours or days to sort it all out.

No - it took them years. Years to see. Years to think. Years to write and wonder. Years to grasp even someting of the fulness.

Not the instant magic that solves all questions. But more the exam question, "From first principles expain and derive the application."

By the grace of God we too are allowed the time to work it out. For ourselves. For our communities. For our generation.

In an age of instant answers, Lord give us the courage to take the time. Time to ask, question and pray. Time to weigh the simplistic answers, and to discern your truth. Unitl we too can say,

"He is risen indeed. Alleluia!"  ¶ 9:06 am 0 comments