Suddenly
As I had always known
 he would come, unannounced,
 remarkable merely for the absence
 of clamour. So truth must appear
 to the thinker; so, at a stage
 of the experiment, the answer
 must quietly emerge. I looked
 at him, not with the eye
 only, but with the whole
 of my being, overflowing with
 him as a chalice would
 with the sea. Yet was he
 no more there than before,
 his area occupied
 by the unhaloed presences.
 You could put your hand
 in him without consciousness
 of his wounds. The gamblers
 at the foot of the unnoticed
 cross went on with
 their dicing; yet the invisible
 garment for which they played
 was no longer at stake, but worn
 by him in this risen existence.
-R. S. Thomas
Easter Blessings from the MMOC Contemplative Core Team!