Waiting for a Resurrection

By Niecy LoCricchio

Jesus, I’m in need of a little Resurrection Life today.

More like . . . a lot.

More than for me.

For my sister.

And for the backdrop of gut-wrenching aches

and the sin-savage, snuffing-out-of-life in this world.

How did you do it Jesus?

Walk through the all-consuming fire, t

he de-humanizing humiliations,

the torture and violence and death?

For the sake of us all, I wish to wake up, already be on the other side.

But that means time will have passed us by.

More lines etched on our faces, gray streaks in our hair,

and so much closer to our last breath than any of us want to be.

How do we live now then?

With heartache and pain,

facing the thing we never thought we would face.

How then, do we set our face like flint to Jerusalem, . . . and endure?

Through this torn, tear-drenched veil, I follow Your gaze and see,

Your eyes have traveled far beyond the earthly Jerusalem.

It is Your true homeland reflected in your eyes.

Held steadfast by Your Father in the City of Peace.

I will lift my eyes to gaze upon You,

my Heavenly Peace: but You are more –

You are the Peace that has pierced Earth, has made a way

for Your Kingdom to reign on Earth, as it is in Heaven.

I will live, my eyes lifted, my heart trusting in a resurrection.

(Luke 9:51; Isa 50:5-8)