Sunday, April 24, 2011

Sunday: The Women


The women went first
to see, no one cares
about women, they’re
not the then-twelve
now-eleven
the lowly things don’t count
the last shall be first
the first find nothing
but a being, a voice glowing
the one is gone, vanished
the sought, vanished
a roaring absence
a glorious theft
from death.

Painting: Women at the Tomb by William Bourguereau.

8 comments:

Maureen said...

What a wonderful emphasis on "the women" who at Easter go first unto the tomb to make the discovery. This poem raises from the quiet the astonishment and the joy.

nance marie said...

the glorious theft from death!

Cris Ferreira said...

Glynn, I loved the idea of the last becoming the first. Thank Jesus for that!

lynnmosher said...

Thank you, Glynn, for sharing this poem. Encouraging that the women of no account in those days were exalted to the front of the line. Resurrection blessings to you!

Mama Zen said...

Gorgeous!

Happy Easter!

Jerry said...

Glorious theft from death. That captures the essense. I too am thankful the women went first...they have a way to get to the point of "being in the moment" much easier.

S. Etole said...

I hope your Easter has been joy-filled ...

thank you for this.

Karen Kyle Ericson said...

I love this! Thank you.