Alleluia! Alleuia! An Easter Poem

“Descending Theology: The Resurrection”
By Mary Karr
From the far star points of his pinned extremities,
cold inched in—black ice and squid ink—
till the hung flesh was empty.
Lonely in that void even for pain,
he missed his splintered feet,
the human stare buried in his face.
He ached for two hands made of meat
he could reach to the end of.
In the corpse’s core, the stone fist
of his heart began to bang
on the stiff chest’s door, and breath spilled
back into that battered shape. Now
it’s your limbs he comes to fill, as warm water
shatters at birth, rivering every way.
“Now it’s your limbs he comes to fill…” The Risen Christ desires to live in each of us and all of us. When we reach out with love to others, we are Christ’s hands in the world. When we walk alongside someone suffering, we are his feet. Happy Easter to all!

One comment

  1. Joanne Di Gennaro

    Thanks for this awesome poem, Mike! The images Karr uses are disturbing and vivid! Happy Easter!

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