Susan LaffertyResurrected. Standing in their midst.
Jesus, the crucified.
Still bearing marks of nails in his hands and feet, the cut of a spear’s entry in his side.
Jesus, who died on the cross. Was buried in a tomb. Now risen. And right before their eyes.
The disciples see. And believe.
Winter grey. And snow remains. On the edges. In corners.
Hidden from the sun. By shelter and shadow.
Held captive by cold. Temperatures never rising quite far enough.
Winter’s fringes remain visible today. From where I sit. Looking through glass.
Chasing memories.
In a season crowded with reminders.
Decor. Music. Stories. Photographs. Taking us back.
We’re looking for a simpler time. Before complex issues came to our attention. And weighty matters entered the picture.
Before we knew.
