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Noel Rowe
5. Resurrection
5. Resurrection
5. Resurrection
Yes, Simeon, there was sorrow, but much funtoo, when he set about making contradiction.
I should have known: for when the glorias first were sung,
it was to celebrate my son, born among the dung.
Ever since, I’ve been hearing heaven’s laughter.
Cana’s newly-weds, absorbed in what was coming after,
did not even notice how the water changed its mind.
The Pharisees got a holy shock as a man born blind
told them if they didn’t get a hold on their desires,
so taken up with Christ, they’d land themselves among his followers.
Sacred irreverence. It is a gift to those found free
in the spirit. Even Zaccheus found it in himself, up a tree,
and Lazarus, sauntering around in his shroud.
There was a time too when, expecting stones, a crowd
got instead some bread and fish. I heard a thief steal
his way back to paradise. The structure of the real
is mercy. Having seen so many reversals,
I should have known he would test his muscles
on the stone, and walk away from the dazed
grave, leaving its mouth open and amazed.
From Magnificat
© 2004, Noel Rowe
From: Next to Nothing
Publisher: Vagabond Press, Sydney
From: Next to Nothing
Publisher: Vagabond Press, Sydney
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5. Resurrection
Yes, Simeon, there was sorrow, but much funtoo, when he set about making contradiction.
I should have known: for when the glorias first were sung,
it was to celebrate my son, born among the dung.
Ever since, I’ve been hearing heaven’s laughter.
Cana’s newly-weds, absorbed in what was coming after,
did not even notice how the water changed its mind.
The Pharisees got a holy shock as a man born blind
told them if they didn’t get a hold on their desires,
so taken up with Christ, they’d land themselves among his followers.
Sacred irreverence. It is a gift to those found free
in the spirit. Even Zaccheus found it in himself, up a tree,
and Lazarus, sauntering around in his shroud.
There was a time too when, expecting stones, a crowd
got instead some bread and fish. I heard a thief steal
his way back to paradise. The structure of the real
is mercy. Having seen so many reversals,
I should have known he would test his muscles
on the stone, and walk away from the dazed
grave, leaving its mouth open and amazed.
From Magnificat
From: Next to Nothing
5. Resurrection
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