Rev. Chris Wren
Easter
It is hard to say what death is like
While still in breathing skin.
Daylight fades or suddenly
Disappears
And the unknown mystery
Of life
Springs up from the abyss of the soul and
Becomes a Final, Fullness, Eternal.
The whole universe carries within
Is now brought to completion in
The Act of Death.
The Last breath is now the First Act
Of real freedom.
The source of life is now
The goal of life;
All relationships are gathered up
In a moment of profound reverie.
The Me forming through
Life’s loves and struggles
Is now revealed and permanently
Sealed on the heart of You —
For better or worse
Richer or poorer,
My “life” is now permanently entangled
With your life,
And the life of the whole.
In death my heart ceases but
My life continues in a glorious way
The way of Divine Love;
The process of my becoming spirals on.
I now join in the Great Work of Love
Living beyond the bounds of space-time
Permanently sealed on the heart of God
Whose only work is ”loving the world”;
And in this work
I shall endure
Forever.
Found in ‘The hours of the universe’ by Ilia Delio p 217&8.
