“Why do you look for the living among the dead?”

Woman, I told you

He is not here.

Why do you not listen



of what I say?

I slip

into the


that exists

in an empty tomb.

In deep


I sit in


and I wait.

Woman, I told you…

In the nothingness,

I wait.

A new creation will rise.

New hope.

New life.

New possibility.

At the tomb,

I must sit and wait



Ony through death



comes new.

“Why do you look for the living among the dead?”

Woman, I told you.


The photo above was taken during a stay in Pleasant Point, Sipayik, near Eastport, ME with the Passamaquoddy tribe.

It is from a grave site at a reservation called Indian Township.   I stayed with Sister Janice Murphy, RSM at the Sipayik reservation sharing in her ministry and learning about the native culture, religion, and the sociological impacts of reservations on Indian Nations.  

The basis of which became a story I shared with donors of the Sisters of Mercy.  It was a story of a waiting…



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