‘He is not here’, proclaimed in bold letters
So often these words ring true in paradoxical style.
The empty tomb proclaimed a new beginning
He would be forever here the experience of many
But the centuries have dimmed the liberation from death
Rolled the stone back only to be opened at Easter
For the rest we just repeat the story annually.
Our words and rituals have marred his living image
Confined him to certain people at certain times
Yet the living Lord meets with those outside their time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem