Easter Places Poem by Francisco R. Albano

Our truth,
Our way,
Our life,
Be always the Risen Lord.
The proof of his resurrection
Is not the empty tomb
But his living presence
Discovered in holy places:
Like gardens
Of order, seemliness & beauty,
Of person & community,
Of fellowship & celebration,
Where fears and doubts
Are allayed
& faith holds the center;
Like lake shores
Where fish & bread
Are enjoyed by friends.
The proof lies in experience
Of his touch
Of finger & spirit
Of his words burning in hearts
Of people on the road.
He emerges all Man all God
In dazzling light,
No longer from the tomb,
But from the brokenness of bread
Shared today
In the people’s struggle for
Justice of his favor.