A paraphrase of 1 Corinthians 15
Jesus our first fruit
The first fruit to rot
Among all our overripe bodies
Buried in the soil with Adam together, decomposing
The first seed to crack open

Jesus our flash in the pan,
Burning hot and fast
First in ugliness
First among the hungry
Friend of the tortured
Awarded much loneliness
Rich in tears

Jesus our first fruit
The first bud on the branch
The first shoot out of the ground
The first flash of green in a sea of grey browns
The first example of a body resurrected
First to reveal the life that was hidden
The life that is still mostly hidden inside us

Jesus my first fruit
Sweet to the taste
I heard you had gotten to work
Methodically, deliberately untangling the works of death
Working at a painfully slow pace

It seems to please you to pull out the small knots first
To undo only the tiny defeats
While you let most of the heavy sufferings sit undisturbed

You are taking your time
You are working your way up the chain that ends in death itself
You are bending all things back into submission to your goodness

Alongside all of creation,
With your new body as our down payment,
We will wait for our turn



Written for Easter Sunday sunrise service, April 20th, 2014
Photo by Graciela Iturbide

April 20, 2014