598 - The First Resurrection Appearance

The First Resurrection Appearance
By Kathy Coffey

Defiant as child who refuses
to let the story close sadly
she mined it again, hunting
the first page for a clue
that would foretell calamity.

Did this abrupt and brutal end
lurk in the promise of endless reign?
Her welcome had brought the baby and
all blessing. Limp as long
grasses, he lay in her arms.

If she squinted,
the welts and nail marks disappeared.
She could cradle the infant, soothe,
pretend the quilt was never rent
nor song stifled, nor son crucified.

Her dream was easter-interrupted.
Again, that presence stirred,
familiar as cloak on peg,
scent of cedar or door ajar,
the signs of son come home.

She laughed at tragedy ending well,
loved him fiercely for trouncing death,
twisting the plot, flooding a cavernous
tomb with light, dancing age into youth,
frost into blossom, end into beginning.