When resurrection is not enough;
when, beyond the empty tomb,
mud sucks footsteps back toward hell;
flash flood waters, falling, leave a ring around your soul,
and the sky too close for comfort, despite miracles
of incarnation, resurrection; ascension
gives flight to imagination, lifting
like a swan, lumbering, unlikely.
About Rosalind C Hughes
Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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