The Third Day
The immovable stone tossed aside,
The collapsed linens,
The blinding angel and the chalky guards: All today like an old wood-cut.
The earthquake on the third day,
The awakened sleeper,
The ubiquitous stranger, gardener, fisherman:
Faded frescoes from a buried world.
Retell, renew the event
In these planetary years,
For we were there and he is here:
It is always the third day.
Our world-prison is split;
An elder charity
Breaks through these modern fates.
Publish it by Telstar,
Diffuse it by mundovision.
He passes through the shattered concrete slabs,
The vaporized vanadium vaults,
The twisted barbed-wire trestles.
A charity coeval with the suns
Dispels the deep obsessions of the age
And opens heart-room in our sterile dream:
A new space within space to celebrate
With mobiles and new choreographies,
A new time within time to set to music.
— Amos Niven Wilder
(NT Scholar and brother of Thornton Wilder)
It is always the third day…
April 9, 2010 by joyfulpapist
Patron Saint for 2013
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- Gone AWOL
- “Come and have breakfast”
- Seeing is believing
- Rise up and walk!
- Reformation, like charity, begins at home
- To the city and the world
- He is risen!
- God has died, and hell trembles
- Holy Saturday – Today there is a Great Silence over the world
- I thirst! Jesus asks for the fourth cup of the Passover
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