The Resurrection and the Light

It’s that time of year again, the time for celebrating
Jesus’ death and resurrection at church and on TV.
The Jesus story has, no doubt, created an astonishing ripple
on the planetary pond of consensus human consciousness.
In the ensuing confusion over that ripple, untold millions
have splashed around and literally killed each other
in the name of God, but the pond just absorbs them,
perhaps turning a disturbing shade of red now and then
when the blood festivities reach a fever pitch.
Maybe that’s why marketers would rather have us focus
on smiley hopping bunnies and chocolate eggs at Easter,
sweeping aside the gory crucifixion details in lieu of
the shiny sanitized resurrection sequel, replete
with a sunny day ascension into everlasting glory,
and children eagerly hunting fertility symbols
scattered all over their backyard lawns.
Jesus is reported to have strolled upon that stormy pond
and preached, “Love one and other as I have loved you.”
Fine advice, but when we look around at the world
since then, we might be tempted to wonder,
“Where is the love?”
Moreover, where do the rolling ripples go?
Maybe that’s what our cacaphonous human history is —
a shimmering ripple on a pond, ending at last in stillness.
Stillness is fine, it’s calm and serene,
and many brave souls are asleep in the deep.
On the other hand, is the pond even really there,
or is it more like a dreamy figment of our imagination,
perhaps like our special personal version of Jesus?
When we dream, sometimes it might seem
as if we are drowning, but when we wake up,
we find that we’re not even wet.
We were just walking on water, like Jesus.
Sometimes the pond is dark, although
what appears in the dark can be a kind of light.
Just so, my hand is reaching up from that pond,
waving a palm frond of light.
When I lose myself in the source of that light,
it will seem as if I was never there,
as if Jesus was never there.
No pond, no ripple, no Jesus, no mind —
just a small flash of shine in a black lacquer night.




resurrection in light


About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, and our lazy dog, Amos, in a lovely little mountain town called Paradise, situated on the ridge of the Little Grand Canyon, in the Northern California Sierra Nevadas. I have several other sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: Essays on the Conscious Process: Poetry and Prosetry: Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: Free Transliterations of Spiritual Texts: Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: Thank You!
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5 Responses to The Resurrection and the Light

  1. z ... says:


    Resurrection of Light…beautiful….
    amazingly I was also reflecting of Love today
    “Where is the Love ?” and the World is so beautiful
    this Love seems to be undiscovered by Humanbeings
    and human affairs and are so ugly and selfish I feel
    Thank you again sincerly


  2. marcel says:


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