The morning after
He is risen
Why is it so hard to extend rejoicing to Monday.
Yesterday was full of activity.
Maybe too much.
I started fine – but now am robed in fleece on my couch, knotted within, fever pouring out my brow
But the Son rose yesterday, and the sun rose today
Just as it did that Monday.
All is new; why does all feel the same
All is forgiven, yet a mere word can return the guilt.
Death is done, yet we watch as it seems to linger still
The sun rose and kept its commitment no matter mine
The Son rose and keeps His commitment no matter mine
The commitment is His alone. The covenant is His in full measure
So Monday, be as you will, and I will be as I am and trust that indeed, as your sun rises without fail and brings with it clouds and rain,
So too, the Son has risen without fail and there is peace in the believing.