Mary Magdala’s Easter Prayer
I never suspected
And to be so painful
To leave me weeping
To have met you, alive and smiling, outside
Not because I’ve lost you
But because I’ve lost you how I had you –
In understandable, touchable, kissable, clingable flesh
Not as fully Lord, but as graspably human.
I want to cling, despite your protest
Cling to your body
Cling to your, and my, clingable humanity
Cling to what we had, our past.
But I know that . . . if I cling
You cannot ascend and
I will be left clinging to your former self
… unable to receive your present spirit.
by Ronald Rolheiser, OMI