by Lloyd Haft
(16) [Mark 16: 9-11; Luke 24: 13-39 and 50-53]
Say you’ve stood it all,
even death withstanding –
who would understand?
Say you’ve changed your form –
who here knows those forms?
It’s where we long together
we are seen,
seen to stay becoming.
Ours is the road the one we are
appears if ever on,
speaking meager words of ours,
asking who we’ll be.
Ours is the heart that carries,
bears out warmth,
bids being.
More than in our becoming
who’ll be known?
(17) [Mark 16: 1-3; Luke 24: 2-6 and 10-11]
Where we come together,
we hesitate to see.
We stay behind expecting gates,
stones between us and our other, joy,
our one and all-awaiting.
The one arising now beyond the times,
the places where we waited.
On beyond all ways we might have been.
Ever and on beyond is longing,
never standing,
never waiting,
leaving ever stones,
knowns behind.
(18) [Luke 21: 32-33; Luke 12:40]
Nor shall our generation pass away
before we see.
We know there is a promise
aliver still than all the heavens,
all the skies of all the generations –
on beyond the last of all surmises:
the reaching longing of the human child.
(19) [Matthew 11:12; Luke 16:16]
Joy so long was cloaked –
hulked in laws, hangings,
hung about in texts and quotes,
debts and don’ts.
Where could lips still open
where so much was to recite,
rehearse,
renounce?
Lips that are before all laws,
saying not rescinding.
Joy is not a not,
it is our now:
our falling open only
for each other unfolding.
Joy is not thou must;
it is we meet.
