
Wishing all of you a blessed Easter! Our world needs Easter like never before. As we observe the Easter Vigil, see the Light of Christ in the holy fire lighting the Easter Candle, see it, feel it pierce the darkness. Rejoice in the Light. See the sun rise at Dawn and know that death could not hold Jesus. He is risen! Let the people respond: He is risen indeed! And in our Good Shepherd Church we add:With Christ I rise! I rise! We rise! For through the living Christ we are stirred to life NOW, and leaving behind our burial clothes and any remnants of sadness and death,and all obstacles that separate us from our loving God, we enter the fullness of life with Christ both now and forever! Thank God for the living Christ, thank God for Easter. Shake off your burial clothes and live as Easter people! Amen!

This is the Resurrection Narrative for this Year:
The Resurrection
of Jesus.
But at daybreak on the first day of the
week they took the spices they had
prepared and went to the tomb. They
found the stone rolled away from the tomb;
but when they entered, they did not find
the body of the Lord Jesus. While they were
puzzling over this, behold, two men in dazzling
garments appeared to them. They were
terrified and bowed their faces to the ground.
They said to them, “Why do you seek the
living one among the dead? He is not here,
but he has been raised. Remember what he
said to you while he was still in Galilee, that
the Son of Man must be handed over to sinners
and be crucified, and rise on the third
day.” And they remembered his words. Then
they returned from the tomb and announced
all these things to the eleven and to all the
others. The women were Mary Magdalene,
Joanna, and Mary the mother of James; the
others who accompanied them also told this
to the apostles, but their story seemed like
nonsense and they did not believe them. But
Peter got up and ran to the tomb, bent down,
and saw the burial cloths alone; then he went
home amazed at what had happened.
Luke 24:1-12
Thank God for the faithful women that did not abandon him-even at the tomb. Thank God they carried the news to the other disciples. How sad that the men did not believe them until they saw for themselves. But thank God, they did see for themselves! May we honor all who share the Good News with us-and this is the Good News: He Lives, and we too live!

Below Rev. Jane Via, RCWP, Rev. Janice Sevre-Dusynska, RCWP, Rev. Roy Bourgeois
As we are living this Holy Week, this Triduum, this three days before the Resurrection, and Easter, I am not yet able to reflect on it here but as it settles in the next week I will share our Good Shepherd journey and my journey with you. These days have been profound for me. In the meantime I am happy to share here the moving poetry for each day by Rev. Roberta Meehan, RCWP from Arizona. With gratitude to Rev. Dr. Meehan.
With love and blessings,
Rev. Dr. Judy Lee, RCWP-Co-Pastor Good Shepherd Inclusive Catholic Community of Fort Myers, Florida

(Below) Poetry For the Triduum and Easter by Rev. Dr. Roberta Meehan, RCWP
Maundy (Holy) Thursday – 24 March 2016
Holy Thursday
The meal complete, he looks around.
Are they ready? His humanity wonders.
Challenge and pain curl his brow.
And emptiness closes his eyes.
Tightness grips his chest as he surrenders to the moment.
Then back – a slight smile spreads across his lips.
A laugh teeters in his throat.
Now! He thinks. Now! Now is the time.
They look at him – not knowing what to expect.
Wondering what he is thinking, planning….
He reaches for the breadbasket
And pulls it toward himself.
He chooses a small loaflet.
Elbows on the table, piercing dark eyes in a gentle teaching mode….
“Do you know what this is?”
Disbelief shrouds their sighs.
“A remnant of bread?” ventures one.
“From our Passover meal?”
“Not so,” he instructs. “Not so.”
“Think!” He pauses. “Think and watch.”
His attention shifts to his cup.
He toys with the edge and again questions them.
“Do you know what this is?”
“Your wine?” One asks.
“You haven’t finished your wine. Do you need more? We have plenty.”
He becomes somber.
“No. Not so. You do not understand. Think. Think and watch.”
He studies the bread – contemplating, visioning.
A serious focus embraces the wine.
Back and forth he gazes, blessing and knowing –
Past and future merge!
Bread and wine converge on NOW!
He holds the bread, intently, carefully.
“This,“ he instructs, “This is my body!”
“Here, take it!” A commanding offer. “Take it and eat it.”
His eyes meet the first and move from one to another.
“All of you! Eat it!” And they do.
He holds his wine cup – studying it, swirling it.
“And this,” he says, “This is the cup of my blood! This is the cup of salvation
Which will be shed for you and for many.
Here. Take this cup and drink from it.”
Again their eyes meet.
“All of you! Drink from it!” And they do.
Solemnity falls on those assembled.
They look each to the other.
They know only vaguely the enormity of what has happened.
He looks lovingly, sadly, at each of them.
“You,” he says. “Now you are my body; now you are my blood!
Furthermore, I tell you to do this. Do this in remembrance of me!
Do this until the end of time! And I am with you!”
He looks down. They become – all of them – one in him and he in them.
And he whispers, “It is finished!”

Good Friday 25 March 2016
Good Friday
Beyond reality
Beyond the pain
Nothing matters; fulfilling the mission
This is why I am here.
Focus the journey nears its end.
Why do they scourge me?
Romans Jews doesn’t make sense
Who are they? Doing a job
Why do they crown me? Doing a job
Forgive them; forgive them; forgive them.
Where are they? My family, my friends
Last night I gave them me
Now, where are they? I need them!
Did they leave me?
So alone! Why?
Carrying the cross heavy help
Hold the end thank you
Wipe my face yes. Thank you.
Grateful cant think.
Falling, falling, falling.
Nails, nails, nails
Support my arms!
Trouble breathing
Ease my pain
Fog my thoughts!
Stripped naked
All of me hanging from a tree
Nothing hidden nothing ever hidden
No shame
I am me; stripped as me.
Thirst terrible thirst
Sweat blood no, not gall!
Oh worse why doing a job
They dont know what they are doing.
Forgive them; forgive them; forgive them.
Crowds mocking me. Friends too.
Scorning me.
Saying terrible things
They dont know what they are doing.
Forgive them; forgive them; forgive them.
Two men here
Talking
One understands hell be with me
The other doesnt know.
Forgive him; forgive him; forgive him.
Family and friends
I see some now.
My mother my beloved
Others too
Hold each other! Love each other! Love each other!
Am I forsaken?
Am I delirious?
Take my spirit!
Forgive them!
It is finished!
Holy Saturday – 26 March 2016
Holy Saturday
The barren cross bespeaks the truth.
He is gone; he is not here.
Unfilled promises and empty dreams
Engulf and strangle the ones who are near.
Behind the rock his body lies
Entombed in silence in a borrowed grave,
Stilled from life, alone in a shroud,
Transcending time but ensouling the now.
What did he teach them, and what did they learn?
How could he leave them forlorn and afraid?
He taught them to love; he gave them himself.
He instilled in them hope and a reason to be.
They look around and try to make sense
Of the emptiness and their fear-filled lives.
They try to make sense of his cross and his death.
They try to make sense of the time they have lost.
They look around and try to make sense
Of the Passover meal, the bread and the wine.
It’s all a blur, they feel so lost.
Nothingness fills the sorrowing, empty day.
They wait in agony to go to the tomb
To mourn, to sit, to hope, and to pray.
Their loss on this Sabbath is much more profound.
His echoing words – for whom was this Sabbath made?
They’ll go in the morning to prepare his remains.
There is nothing left of this Sabbath of God.
He gave himself in the bread and the wine.
He gave himself in his death on the cross.
And now they wait for the promise of life,
For the promise of hope in the bread and the wine,
For the promise he gave to always be near.
Could they find meaning in his death on the cross?
Easter 27 March 2016
Resurrection
“Where is he?” Desperate scream —
Anguished widow-church at the empty tomb
Her Self detached
— as stark reality impaled her
— as emptied bowels contorted her.
The oneness they were
The embodiment of unity — the bounds of creation
Diversity branching from unity — divinity ensouling humanity
She was his beloved – his moment of creation.
This is my body!
And she consumed him and he was hers.
The hope, the kingdom,
The church they would build
The promises-dashed and broken.
Hanging from the cross
Crushed and buried
This is my body!
And now — wrenched from her very soul
Even his body — no more —
Taken — this last violation.
Alone — too drained for fear, she moved
Each step bearing the weight of the unsaved world.
“Mary!” She turned.
Involution of unclaimed brilliance
Exploded in one majestic NOW.
Their eyes met
Joy erupted from the very fonts of their beings.
Reaching fingers touched.
And once more — divinity engulfed humanity.
This is my body!

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