And then I remember the Resurrection story.
I imagine the morning after when the disciples arose
weary and puffy eyed from weeping with grief
desolate, scared and confused.
Why is it that the greatest act of Salvation,
the most Glorious example of God's undying Love for us,
occurred in secret, in the dark, damp, smelly cavern of the tomb?
Award-winning American writer Cornelius Eady is coming to Whitworth University to read from his poetry collection on April 16, at 7 p.m. in Weyerhaeuser Hall’s Robinson Teaching Theatre.
Wherever we are on this world, whatever faith or cultural community we lay claim to, we each have the opportunity to "rise each day with the new sun" and do something magnificent, until we don't.