By R.S. Thomas
Not darkness but twilight
in which even the best
of minds must make it way now.
And, slowly the questions occur,
vague but formidable for all that.
We pass our hands over their surface like blind men
feeling for the mechanism that will swing them aside.
They yield, but only to re-form as new problems; and one
does not even do that but towers
immovable before us.
Is there no way of other thought of answering
its challenge? There is an anticipation of it to the point of dying.
There have been times when, after long on my knees in
a cold chancel, a stone has rolled from my mind,
and I have looked in and seen the old questions lie
folded and in a place by themselves, like the piled
graveclothes of love’s risen body.
As I reflect on the Easter story and the resurrection of Christ, I find strength and beauty in Fr. Thomas’ words. I think of the “old questions” in my life, ones that seemed so crucial, burning and life-and-death. I think of what has needed to die in my own life: attitudes, modes of relating, judgments of others, beliefs about my own self worth mired in shame and fear… thankfully, I can witness to some dying and rising. No doubt, some of today’s questions, concerns, preoccupations and matters of great import will also die, leaving me to experience hope, new life and new questions.