Easter Thursday
And I wonder on this grey morning
Did the Risen Jesus
Ever stub his toe and
Curse
In the stories after the rising
He seems so solemn
Except for cooking breakfast
A little broiled fish I imagine with a
Laugh
It is true he returns without recrimination
To his friends the betrayers and the frightened
And Thomas with his hubris
He offers three times I give you
Peace
They rejoiced when they saw him
The wounds still fresh on his body
As they will eternally be
Is it possible that fear was so quickly replaced by
Joy
Did they lock the door again
That marvelous peace he gave
Did it replace the fear
Or did it in some strange way
Fulfill
They would come to know
Their lives at no less risk
After the rising than before
But the risk he had shown them was
Love
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