Tena koutou katoa. Nga mihi nui atawhai.
In this, our last week of term, let us move our focus to the purpose of our Lenten preparation – the Resurrection. I would like to share again this inspiring poem by Joy Cowley which I think expresses the hope of resurrection so eloquently. So I end this term with these words of inspiring hope.
The Resurrection by Joy Cowley
He is risen! How can you doubt that, my friend?
See how the sun lifts the mist from the green hills?
Look at the multitude of trees with uplifted arms!
Listen to the massed choirs of bellbirds and tuis
pouring out their Hallelujahs!
Even the stream on the way to the sea
is singing a resurrection song.
Let me tell you something, my friend.
The death and resurrection story
is explanation, not transaction.
He is not some kind of insurance salesman,
dealing in life policies whose fulfilment
depends on our investment. Oh no!
That is much too small a view
of the abundant freedom offered
to us in those nail-marked hands.
It’s about love, my friend. A cosmic love
that cannot be measured by the human mind
but can only be perceived, dimly, darkly, gratefully,
by the hungry human heart. Ultimately,
it’s all there is. Just endless love.
If you still have doubts, my friend,
stand outside the empty tomb
and listen to the way he says your name.
Wishing you all a blessed and holy Easter.