Reflection for Easter Sunday, April 17, 2022
By Theresa Homan, Notre Dame Associate
But first comes Good Friday. A time to remember Jesus in His passion, and all those who have suffered for love of God or others; all those who suffer injustice; all of us as we carry our crosses. A time to look with compassion on a hurting world; to be thankful for those who have suffered for me and for the cause of a better, more peaceful world.
Then we move into Holy Saturday. A time for quiet reflection and waiting. Waiting for the proclamation of who I am.
But vastness blurs time beats level. Enough! The Resurrection,
A heart’s-clarion! Away grief’s gasping, joyless days, dejection.
Across my foundering deck shone
A beacon, an eternal beam. Flesh fade, and mortal trash
Fall to the residuary worm; world’s wildfire, leave but ash:
In a flash, at a trumpet crash,
I am all at once what Christ is, since he was what I am, and
This Jack, joke, poor potsherd, patch, matchwood, immortal
Is immortal diamond.
Gerard Manley Hopkins