For Him, it didn’t have to be this way,
Risen Christ that He was.
He could have left His wounds
in the tomb,
staining the stone,
untreasured.
But Jesus’ wounds were the embodiment of
the compassion he bore for everyone.
Jesus’ breath,
halted in death,
was fresh, deep and sweet
on this new Day.
Beyond this day, Jesus wanted His holy wounds
to touch the wounds of people where they suffered
in every time and place, as with the silent virus eroding our world.
Yes, His wounds stir life
in us who are so wounded today.
His wounds,
hands and feet and side, make us,
wounded as we are,
cleary, undeniably
one with Him.
How faultlessly wise of Jesus not to reject His wounds
for they throb with the truth of all
we can trust about Him
in this fearsome time.
Come to think of it: We might not recognize the Risen Christ without them.
~Sister Joan Sobala
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