She turned around and saw Jesus standing there.
Though she did not recognise him.
Through the clouds of centuries we peer.
Unwilling or unable to see him.

We too ask where he has been put.
Perhaps we would like too to move him.
Then he calls our name as we reach out tentatively for his foot.
And then at last we should recognise him.

But how often do we doubt.
We are called by too distant an echo.
We are summoned more by a whisper than a shout.
Our awakening is all too slow.

…..

But we need to hasten
And to echoes listen.

……..

He calls us by name
But do we recognise him
It is up to us

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See John 20 : 11-18