To Jesus on Easter

When you wake up, don’t forget me.

Don’t forget our conversations on the long

dusty road.

 

Don’t forget my sorrow that weighed heavy

on your back like a cat

with claws.

 

When you wake up, don’t forget my questions;

the ones that couldn’t be answered except

by this, the waking.

 

When you wake up, don’t forget me.

Don’t forget I’m lying awake at home

wishing I could

sleep.

 

Come find me.

 

Place your hands over my hands,

your toes on my toes,

your face on my face,

so that I remember you have all of my limitations

and I all your glory.

 

Tear the curtain, rend the heavens,

but mend my heart--my broken, sleeping heart

that always wakes

for you.

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