1 Doubt, composed in whispered voices,
nailed their thoughts through waiting days:
days of shattered expectation,
days devoid of love or praise.
Boulders blocked imagination
like the stone that sealed the tomb,
startled, frightened, apprehensive,
shut inside an upper room.
2 At the point of desolation,
when their conversation stilled,
in the midst Christ stood before them,
Christ abandoned, tortured, killed.
'Peace be with you', words now spoken,
words of grace to cut the air,
but those words would burn each conscience,
branding hurt already there.
3 Jesus eyes and body language,
spoke of boundless love and grace,
but disciples, eyes averted,
hardly looked into his face.
Yet his voice still echoed softly
till his friends began to see
love renewing, reconciling,
love rebuilding, setting free.
Andrew E Pratt (born 1948)
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