RESURRECTION FOR NON-CHRISTIANS
By Andrew Hidas
Stay with me now, you non-Christians (of which I am one).
The hard believers will insist there’s nothing for you here,
Irredeemable heathens that you persist in Being.
But believe not, I say, in those believers, their binaries
Blinding them to nuance, context, symbol, the
Dusky liminal depths of myth more real than reality.
Resurrection is yours, too, for the taking.
You need not wear a cross on your chest,
Nor hang on one for the many sins you
Share in common with your brothers and sisters,
Perfection being the chimera that the
Christ himself was said to dispel.
Sinning is yours, too, for the committing.
You need only behold the tulips of spring,
The spring in your own step as day beckons
Or night falls with the slow revelation of stars.
Death and rebirth suffuse our lives, all life itself
As it waxes and wanes, the endless cycle of
Joy and despair depositing us anew in the circle of time.
(Resurrection is large, it contains multitudes.)
We for whom afterlife is a Self-canceling phrase
Need not mourn for time that will not be ours,
The true sin being to waste the time we have by
Bemoaning our fate or debating how many angels
Must dance on the head of a pin to ensure our salvation.
“So live!” said my father in the last note he scrawled
To his wife and children, the sum of all he had lived for.
Two words more profound than he could have known,
A gentle gauntlet thrown into the time that calls us all.
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