All is not risen

Perhaps it is because I am ever hopeful, but it seems to me that Easter might show itself stronger three or four days into the Easter season.  I forget that hardly anyone was there at the Resurrection, hardly anyone noticed.  Jesus had to tap folk on the shoulder, break bread, barbecue fish.  He was hardly a savior who came to be with the folk who got it.  

We are well into Easter now

Still

It*s not as if

All is risen.

Lent hangs on

Around the edges.

Jesus does not explode

Out of the tomb,

Take out the naysayers,

A neutron bomb

Of a Savior

Who leaves church buildings

Intact

To be inhabited

Only by Easter people

Full Easter people

Impervious

To the neutron bomb.

I would like for everything,

Everyone

To rise at once.

Still

All is not risen.

It seems Easter

Needs to work its way through

Bit by bit.

I would like everything,

Everyone,

To rise at once.

It seems it needs to be

In pieces,

One small piece

At a time.
I would like
Everything
Everyone to rise
At once.