My Lord and My God!

Morning conquered darkness as the hazy hues
Of a new day met them

They carried spices to anoint the man
Buried so hastily
There had been no time
But now what was time to them

Behind the massive stone
Lay their hope

In silence women walked, pondered
Till the earth shook again to
Make alive men as dead and
Reveal the dead one as alive

"He is not here; he is risen, just as he said."

The silence had been broken
Now the women fled to tell
Of empty tombs and linen cloth and
Of a resurrected Savior 

From atop the massive stone
The angel proclaimed hope

Good news was theirs to share
His face, his hands, his side
Were real and here and now he 
Spoke and ate as any man alive 

But not just as any man
He is "My Lord and my God!"

The Stone

It was not supposed to be like this
Fear and death a heavy shroud
Hope silenced, sealed with stone
She watched with women who loved

But not as some might
He had seen her

Tears could barely find their way
Down flushed cheeks 

The Sabbath rest held only restlessness

Yet she waited
She had taken care before
Providing what she could
At dawn she would anoint 

The morning light would find her
At the tomb

She would have to move
The stone 

It Is Finished

He came, the Light, turning upside-down
Tables and kingdoms

They came for him in darkness
Wielding swords and clubs

Betrayer with a kiss and a crowd, seizing, arresting
Savior with a healing hand and legions, standing, waiting

A trial, a farce, a fulfillment
He faced them

They took his clothes
He took our shame

They beat and mocked
He bore the pain

They tore his skin
He wore the thorns

They crucified
He stayed, he died

Beaten, mocked, spat upon
Clubbed, whipped, slapped
Stripped, pierced, hung,
Crying out, forsaken

"It is finished."

Morning turns to darkness
Women turn to mourning
Linen cloths cover the wounds, 
The stone covers the gaping hole

The Way, the Truth, the Life
Dead 

It Was Night

They found the room
Just as he had said it would be

They prepared
Yet they were not prepared

At table, they reclined to receive
Yet were disinclined to believe

One would betray
"Surely not I?"

One would deny
"I will lay down my life for you."

He had calmed the waters
Now he calmed the men

He showed them the way
Soon they would know

Judas took, Judas went
"And it was night." 

A Place for Things

All right. I'm revamping. 

That is one strange word. 

Since the blog is named Five Walkers, I think that the home page ought to have stories about the family. Some days I don't have a lot to write about what we did, because does anyone really want to know that we got a late start on school, or that it took Michaela forty-five minutes to finish her breakfast, or I forgot Christian's lunch two Wednesdays in a row? I've written extensively about my laundry. Should I really show one more picture of the mountain in the hallway? (It does move around. (I mean, I move it around. It doesn't move on it's own. That would definitely be blog-worthy.) I'm so sure that could be interesting...my clean laundry pile here. My clean laundry pile there. My clean laundry piles are everywhere. It's like laundry with Dr. Seuss.) Our days are not so very interesting a lot of the time...so I'm often at a loss regarding what to post.

Lately, however, I have been reading. I have joined an online discussion group, which has been a lot of fun, and given me a great deal to think about. Writing about what I'm reading helps me process it, and encourages me to think harder about it. (Duh to the duh.) (And speaking of brilliant writing, it doesn't get much better than that parenthetical, folks.)

I have devised a plan. (Shocking, I know. Making a Plan and I don't usually get along so well.) I will continue to share family stories on the main page of the blog ("Our Journey"), and use the "I'm Writing" section to share the other stuff. Or it will be a way to document my monumental monologues on what I'm reading, because sharing would imply that someone else might be reading it...and I'm just not sure that that's accurate. Ha!

We shall see how it goes. Thanks for walking along with me...