We sit now before the open tomb.
You have done the inexplicable.
The world is not as we thought.
In the silence of the garden,
our humanity – our grief, anxiety,
our hopes, and confusion – swirl about us.
As we sit in the garden of deep feelings,
help us tend to that which requires weeding.
Forgive us our failure of imagination,
and the inability to perceive you right before us.
Speak our name, Divine One.
When all we understand is a stolen body,
call our name, Incarnate God.
Rabbouni! Teach us! Guide us! Lure us!
Show us the way to do justice,
open us to loving our neighbors faithfully,
while walking humbly as your disciples.
Place the names of the forgotten,
on our tongues and hearts.
As we return to the world
of greed, hatred, violence,
of power-seeking, and selfishness,
In-courage us to to love and
do justice in every moment.
Resurrection is possible,
disciple us into making it so.