THE PATH

It was a path she never took before.
It was a path she never knew was there before.
Yet it was there – hidden, but there.
It had been there — always there,
all through the years.
She must have gone by it a thousand times.
That day she finally stopped and saw it.
There it was: an opening in the hedges.
She stepped off the sidewalk,
walked to and then stopped at the opening.
She pulled back the tiny green leaves
so she could see inside.
There it was: a path, a narrow path to somewhere.
She entered.
She saw several people,
all walking that same path.
It was a path deep within herself,
tiny, narrow, winding, rocky.
That first year she came to nothing.
Yet, a voice within her kept saying,
“Keep walking.
Keep searching.
Keep coming back.”
One day she saw it:
a cross planted there,
but it was empty, silent.
It screamed no empty cry or empty curse.
The next day she came back.The cross was still there, still empty.
She prayed.
She stayed.
She waited.
The next day she came back
and this time she saw a path that lead to a tomb.
It was empty.
Suddenly, she knew:
"Christ had died. Christ had risen. Christ has come again."
She knew she had to take the path back home
back to family, friends, neighbors, world.
She did. She went through the opening in the hedges.
And from then on, she saw Jesus
some days on crosses, planted deep in every person,
some days, Risen – rising in so many people –
people long past empty cries and bitter curses,
people filled with forgiveness and inner room Peace.*

* Cf. John Chapter 20

© Andy Costello,

Reflections, 2008