by Mother Macaria
I know why the Saint gave “Christ is Risen!”
To every soul who came to him.
I know the hidden need to give joy
Or be flooded with all the world’s grief.
In those deep nights of his prayer,
Kneeling on the rock hard heart of the world
With its will to crush beyond any rising
With the massive tides of world woe—
No! His heart was fixed on the empty tomb.
And Resurrection energy poured from him,
Dislodging the rut-slung stones of despair.
– – Posted with the permission of the author Mother Macaria, an Orthodox Christian nun who resides in Indianapolis where she manages the St. Seraphim Bookstore at 1516 N Delaware St.