Then Simon Peter came, following him, and went into the tomb. He saw the linen wrappings lying there, and the cloth that had been on Jesus’s head, not lying with the linen wrappings but rolled up in a place by itself. John 6-7

I was blessed this week to be able to go to the Bosco Conference at Franciscan University of Steubenville.

While I was there, I had an opportunity to spend an afternoon in adoration. I took a book with me called: The Holy Veil of Manopello: The Human Face of God.

I was struck by how the Shroud of Turin shows a dead Christ, but the Veil of Manopello, shows Christ alive.

It is amazing what God did.

I wrote the following poem while in adoration. I share it with you to help you remember the awe of Resurrection.

The Breath that Conquered Death

The breath that conquered death, imprinted on the veil

The Divine Christ is risen

The Shroud of death assailed

The wounds of man retained on His hands and on His feet

From His side He pours out through Heaven’s Mercy Seat

She sits with arms wide open

Her womb the refuge rest

Inviting all to living water

And to the altar blessed

with hearts contrite we feed

on living bread divine

the pathway to perfection

a love that is refine

Do not be afraid

though you know not what lies ahead

Hold the hand of your Mother

and the one who raised the dead.

Happy Feast of Saint Mary Magdalene.