A poem written by Father Jean-Pierre Sonnet SJ, Professor of Biblical theology at the Gregorian University in Rome.
IN THE NIGHT OF THE SEPULCHER, I lie in wait for the embrace and the kiss between the man in white and the monk in black. A woman is there, with a little stem of wax and of light in the hollow of her hands, ablaze with youth behind the veil of centuries. She arrives first and waits – is she the mother? Or the bride? When hands find each other, and when foreheads touch, dawn is born between them, just as it filters, rose-hued, and shines, gold-tinged, between the fingers of the veiled Mary. Then will Christ appear, transfigured between Moses and Elijah, risen between Peter and Andrew.