The following poem was inspired by the last few
minutes in the TV miniseries “Jesus of Narareth,” directed by Franco
Zeffirelli, first aired in 1976.
“Now it begins!”
So speaks the Pharisee
standing at the entrance to the empty tomb,
transfixed in a space he
has never visited before.
No drum roll, no
earthquake, no Mosaic scroll of clouds!
The three words he can
barely utter through quivering jaw
and teeth he cannot quite
clench.
Around him the weave of a
rumor,
that what has been silenced
is about to speak again.
Only henceforth it will
take more than a clamoring throng
and the curiosity of a
bystander to access the given Word -
an open heart and a
searching soul at the very least.
Surely at some level he
knows that!
How much does his orthodox
brain perceive future epiphanies?
There is no jaundice in his
eye as he views
the discarded, neatly
folded robe, the candle flame
and the glimmering rock.
Does he smell the ancient
flesh transformed into timeless essence?
“Now it begins!”
Yes, he knows- something!
Anticipates- something!
But does he welcome it?
Must he confess to an
injustice against God and the world
in the prosecution of this
Nazarene carpenter?
That he can repent of
easily enough, but
what about the deeper fear
– that something in the
universal order of things
has been changed forever,
that he is about to be left
behind like a moldering relic?
Or has he been drawn at
last into
the karma of the Cosmic
Christ?
Yes, he knows! “Now it begins!”
The now that enfolds
eternity
The now that will write new
history
The now that will return ad
infinitum
The now, the incessant
harbinger of
Life Everlasting
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