Easter Sunday (Daybreak)

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Paschal Triduum: A Personal Journey

Easter Morning

Daybreak
(A Song of John)

I can’t stay in there –

Not with all those bells ringing

And people singing.

I am sickened by mindless joy.

A walk along the beach will help.

There was no sleeping last night;

Things are cloudy and dim today –

Mist out upon the water

And fog in my mind.

There is a fire up ahead

Back from the shoreline.

Smoke rises beyond the knoll.

As I approach,

I see a man tending the fire.

Drawing nearer, I see who he is.

I saw him once before,

But later told myself it was a dream.

Now here he is again.

The fog in my head jolts for a second.

“Have some fish,”

The man says,

Taking some fresh catch off the fire.

“I can’t eat.”

“You need to eat,” the man urges.

“It will do your body good

     – maybe shake that fog out of your head.”

“I don’t know...”

“It will let you know you are not dreaming.”

I stop to take a small bite.

“So now they are calling you

The Luminous One,”

I say to my friend.

“Perhaps there is truth in that,”

He responds with a comforting smile.

“We all carry light.”

                                        ~ CK

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“Early in the morning, Jesus stood on the shore, but the disciples did not realize that it was Jesus…When they landed, they saw a fire of burning coals there with fish on it, and some bread.” (John 21: 4, 9)

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Photo: Kinnereth (Sea of Galilee), Israel

Credit: Zachi Evenor

Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

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