The Third Day, And Beyond Poem by Frank Avon

Do I expect
resurrection?
Good question.

As palpably
as St. Paul?
Probably not.

Merely metaphorical?
Well, yes,
but not merely.

And not oblivion
either, nor
one Last Judgment.

Do I expect
resurrection?
I cannot imagine -

can't manage
the details,
all the ifs and ands -

it's unimaginable.
After all,
that's the point,

isn't it? The miracle
lies beyond
the finite mind,

beyond the here
and now,
beyond examination.

Do I expect
the Unexpected?
Oh, yes.

Can I imagine
the unimaginable.
Well, no.

Can I believe
the unbelievable?
I cannot but.

He arose,
He arose,
hallelujah,
Christ arose.