Editor’s Note: Guest contributor Jennifer Agee leads us into Easter weekend with her prose poem “Vigil”. The Transpositions team would like to wish our readers a blessed Good Friday, Holy Saturday, and Easter Sunday.
“Vigil”
We have seen the labor pains of creation. From the Spirit’s swirling storm on the face of the abyss, to the burning light of the supernovas that forge every element; from the earthquakes and volcanoes that quicken our planet, to the crashing waters that draw us down into death.
Our God is the Living Word who calls into existence the things that are not and endows them with the joy and power and complexity of being. Nebula and neuron, quark and quasar, moon and mountain, snowflake and Serengeti, cherubim and chlorophyll: All that is, seen and unseen, known and unknowable.
This God loves and redeems all creation. This God says, Look, I am making everything new. This our God plucks us from the waters of chaos and sets us on the Living Rock.
The evening and the morning are the first day. After darkness and the silence of God in the death of Jesus Christ, a new day breaks and the shadows flee away. The light shines on a great mountain that fills the new earth. The light gleams green in the garden of God and blazes on the healing leaves of the tree of life. The first Word in the new creation is a voice that speaks our own name. And all the children of God will shout for joy.
Jennifer Agee holds an M.A. from Wartburg Theological Seminary in Dubuque, Iowa. She lives in Fond du Lac, Wisconsin, and works as a managing editor for a small publisher based in Seattle, Washington.
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Image Credit: Sharpless 2-106 Nebula, by NASA, ESA, and the Hubble Heritage Team (STScI/AURA). Image in the public domain. (Source: Wikipedia).
