A Poem for Easter

Open Door

I ask what is stopping me

from paradise 

this Easter

this new day.

I am the only answer,

my resistance and fear.

We all have our excuses.

And I see an open door

and the air is so clear. 

It is like snow melting in a river, 

forgetting itself.

It is the sound of a singing bowl

or a church bell in the middle of the night

And I want to walk through, 

step into space and move

forward, 

held up by the promises

Of God and the waters

of baptism

crucifixion and resurrection

grace and redemption

freedom and love and wholeness

angels and all the rest

And I may yet, 

But still I stand here,

wanting,

(too much? not enough?)

My arms wrapped around myself

like a seventh grader against the wall at a bad party

(they were all bad, weren’t they, then?)

But this is now

I stand here all grown up.

And I can see the door

and I will jump

if you come with me.

 Easter 2013