Easter Sunday Prayer


by Robert Paul Fugarino

Lord, in the grips of his mystic vision, Aquinas said, “All my best
thoughts have been turned to straw!”
     Lord, we behold you rise, and the world becomes a screen
     upon which we see all good things coming back to life.

And our thoughts turn to straw.
     Our words melt like wax.
Our lives become too small to hold the water of life you pour
from a thousand celestial seas.
     And so we cling to a few details we can comprehend.
The faithfulness of a few women. The testimony of two angels.
A dead man who eats bread and fish and whose wounds no
longer kill.
     But, Lord, even in these details you rise to reveal yourself
     and speak to us.

You say, “Fear not.” You say, “Have faith.” You say, “My Spirit
shall come.”
     You say, “Lives broken upon crosses are made new.”
Lord, in peace you kiss us on the cheek as the Easter sun rises,
and you grant us again your vision:
     There is a life that can raise our entombed world from
     its grave.

Permission is granted for use in corporate setting. Copyright © 2012 The Upper Room. Used with permission.

Robert Paul Fugarino is the Pastor at Park Hill Christian Church (Disciples of Christ) in Kansas City, Missouri and has served congregations in different parts of the U.S. for almost twenty years.

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