Openings

Now is the shining fabric of our day

Torn open, flung apart,

Rent wide by Love.

Never again

The tight, enclosing sky,

The blue bowl,

Or the star-illumined tent.

We are laid open to infinity,

For Easter Love

Has burst His tomb and ours.

Now nothing shelters us

From God's desire —

Not flesh, not sky,

Not stars, not even sin.

Now Glory waits

So He can enter in.

Now does the dance begin.

~Elizabeth Rooney