He Rose - She Remembered

Behold thine immortal Self resurrected with Christ in the illuminating Light of Christ Consciousness, present in every soul, every flower, every atom.

(Paramahansa Yogananda)

Life does not end.

Love does not die.

It transcends body,

boundary,

time.

Yeshua carried the Light.

Maryam held the remembrance,

the codes,

the knowing,

the ache of what is eternal.

Death was never the end.

The rising was never just for Him.

It was for all of us.

The Divine doesn’t reside,

in some far-off sky.

It breathes,

in our grief,

in our aching devotion,

in our quiet return to what is true.

Resurrection was not a miracle to believe in,

it was a legacy to live into.

This Easter,

I don’t just remember the Christ as savior,

but as mirror of what becomes possible,

when we let Love undo us,

when we die to all that is false.

We remember the Magdalene,

the one who stayed,

the one who saw,

the one who did not need a pulpit to be Holy.

He rose.

She remembered.

And still,

they rise,

in us.

And still,

they live,

in us.

And still,

they remind,

us.

And still,

we are yet,

to become humans again.

Yo lo Creo/

I believe, and so it is.