When peace is shocking

We have sorely underestimated the shock of resurrection.
To begin to understand the shock of it we must enter into the ultimate grief of death.
We must be with our beloved as they take their last breath.
We must watch the struggle
We must feel the cold hands
We must embrace the corpse as it drains of color, life and lividity. 
As the cold stiffness moves inward and eventually the warmth life brought is utterly lost.
And then we must break apart as the widow does from the eyes first, then the heart, then the mind, and finally even the hands and feet break.
We must cower in the dark corner of loss.
Lost love, lost hopes, lost present, past and future.
Lost friendship.
Once we have fully mourned, only then can we truly behold the light about to dawn.
As suddenly, there he stands not only alive, but actually more vivid than you have ever seen him.
And as much as your mind rejects what is happening before your eyes, your heart equally leaps with joy as it has in all your dreams, waking and sleeping since the loss.
Fear, joy and confusion swirl into an interesting recipe that produces a sense of victory.
“Peace be with you.” He says
But he doesn’t just say it, He brings it. His word “Peace” brings peace like the wave of a conductor’s wand begins the symphony.
Shock.