Resurrectional Love (Easter 2021)

Your friend Jim sang,

'C'mon now, touch me babe!

Can't you see

that i am not afraid?'

and while we all

long to safely touch

each other once again

to feel the warming

and comforting strength

of a familiar embrace

roll up our sleeves

and get vaxed

rip off our masks

and freely live again

our longing is met

with the incessant warning

that vaccines aren't 

magic potions of immunity

against all disease

and loving our neighbors

by keeping our distance

and masking our faces

is still our calling

and we continue falling

through a dream

all too real

endlessly spinning

but never landing

friendlessly calling

but hearing only

resounding silence...

in the confounding

astounding sunrising

following Your execution

Your friend Mary

in the dark tomb

of her grief

and pain

heard You

call her name

and against all precautions

rapturously wrapped

her arms around You

wanting only

to touch You

in fearless Love

and total vulnerability

(with nothing impeded

by distances

or masks)

and You responded

not in kind

but in Spirit

and in mind

of the surprising

new Reality

that emerged

with Your rising

that she no longer

needed to touch You

in the familiar embrace

she knew so well

because she had already

been touched within

by transforming Love

she didn't have

to hold on

to You

because she was now

being held within 

by healing Love

she could release

her desire

to hang on

to You

because You had done

enough hanging

(on a tree)

for an Eternity

with human hangups

hung on to You

that You graciously 

embraced unconditionally

in everlasting Love

that engages all

of life and death

and envelopes it

and arises out of it

more powerfully

and miraculously

than any dream

and reveals

in that Son-rising

new Reality

of Resurrectional Love

that things in life

are not always

as they seem

that tombs are temporary

but Love is Eternal...

so we can 

let go

of our fears

of the future

and our regrets

of the past

and our shames

in the present

our uncertainties

of the other

that we perpetuate

through prejudice

and reinforce

through racism

and intrench

through inequality

our insecurities

about provision

when there is more

than enough

to spare

and to share

our titles

and distinctions

since underneath

all the differences

we are One

all our hangups

and hang-ons

that keep us

hanging on

in fear and pain

hanging up

our Hope in shame

we can release

in openness and trust

and live into

what emerges

from the dust

of our graves

in the Love

that floods

temporary tombs

with waves

of everlasting Light

and Life

the Love

that is present

'til the heavens

stop the rain

and the Stars

fall from the Sky

for you

and i...

Let It Be.

(Thanks to my friend and colleague Simeon Spencer for the line 'Tombs are temporary'...)

#Easter2021 #JimMorrisonAsProphetOfResurrectionalLove #ImGonnaLoveYouTilTheHeavensStopTheRainAndTheStarsFallFromTheSkyForYouAndI

('HE IS RISEN!' by Bob Mennonna, gifted to me by him...thanks, my dear friend :)