I rush in my mind to Resurrection.
This moment is uncomfortable
You are dead and
all that love you are stricken with grief.
Your mother mourns.
Your disciples wander disillusioned.
There is no hope and little
But your sacrifice was finished
and in some profound sense,
we were set free–
our debts paid
We adore you, O Christ, and we bless you.
Because by your holy cross you have redeemed the world.