Reflections for

Second Sunday of Easter, Apr 23, 2017

Acts 2:14a, 22-32; Psalm 16; 1 Peter 1:3-9; John 20:19-31

Poetry

On the evening of that same day

Before the dust had settled from the tramping boots, he’d appeared.
Eyes beheld him to their confusion but when he breathed upon them
they remembered the spring green hills of Galilee, the cool evening air
scented of olive, laurel, clematis, myrtle. A peace they could not reckon.
A dove called.
        
                          Left to the silence, they could hardly recognize themselves.
How strangely their voices sounded and what unlikely things they must have
said.

 

Revised Common Lectionary © 1992 the Consultation on Common Texts. Used by permission.