The words sounded to them like nonsense.
Well—of course.
What babble could be believed
from the mouths of these addled women?
What did such female folk know of the Lord
What words could they speak of the Word
that cohered
and congealed
into a meaningful, life-giving sentence?
But what is true
is what seems so radical,
yet is truly the root
of all true faith.
The radical, insane women
speak the most radical truth of them all,
the crux of our faith—
the curse of the cross
broken by the resurrection.
The women’s words are
no babble.
Indeed, the Babel curse is
triumphed over
as words now bring life
and reconciliation, not
condemnation.
Bending into the tomb
a shaft of light pierces
Peter’s brain.
Perhaps
new life is here.
