TITLE: The Other End of the Glass

CATEGORY / TAG: Easter · Poetry · Things I Wish My Family Knew


The older I get, the closer eternity feels—
the here and now grows thin and far,
while what is forever draws near.

As a boy presses his eye to the glass,
vast distance fades before what fills his view.
But I am looking through the other end:
the eternal rushes in,
and what is near grows small,
almost insignificant.

Things that consumed me—
time, thought, effort, worry—
appear now as I should have seen them then.
How was I ever so blind?


And so I come again to Easter,
to rehearse the scene,
to draw near to the cross
and remember what was done there.

The wood and nails feel distant now—
an event long past, sealed in time.
But the work completed there
does not feel distant at all.

It is sure.
It is finished.


What presses in on me,
what draws closer with every year,
is the eternity that His work has secured—

the morning that swallowed death whole,
the life that answered the grave.

He is risen. He is risen indeed.


Iam Kerr

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