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(when we see) 1173035 ATR0010.1177/00033286231173035Anglican Theological Review research-article2023 226 Anglican Theological Review 105(2) Luke 24:16 Our eyes are hid within the shadow of your cosmic palms, the gentle dark a shelter from the blaze that’s still too brilliant to bear, where grief and disbelief are cradled in the cloven crease, just there in the dip above your wrist, above your severed nerves, your vessels so near we can almost hear their pulse. You walk with us now at dusk on the third day a stranger to our sight who tells us why our hopes still fester like an open wound, who waits for that precise moment almost pitched for the plucking: that song begun in the first breaking of the bread, when the blaze of you consumed all shadow and dark when we saw (when we see) your hands. HEATHER KAUFMANN Heather Kaufmann is a New England native, poet, and freelance grant writer. Her recent work has been published in Christian Century, Ekstasis, CRUX, and The Windhover. She is the 2022 recipi- ent of the Luci Shaw Prize for Creative Writing from Regent College. http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Anglican Theological Review SAGE

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Anglican Theological Review , Volume 105 (2): 1 – May 1, 2023

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0003-3286
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10.1177/00033286231173035
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1173035 ATR0010.1177/00033286231173035Anglican Theological Review research-article2023 226 Anglican Theological Review 105(2) Luke 24:16 Our eyes are hid within the shadow of your cosmic palms, the gentle dark a shelter from the blaze that’s still too brilliant to bear, where grief and disbelief are cradled in the cloven crease, just there in the dip above your wrist, above your severed nerves, your vessels so near we can almost hear their pulse. You walk with us now at dusk on the third day a stranger to our sight who tells us why our hopes still fester like an open wound, who waits for that precise moment almost pitched for the plucking: that song begun in the first breaking of the bread, when the blaze of you consumed all shadow and dark when we saw (when we see) your hands. HEATHER KAUFMANN Heather Kaufmann is a New England native, poet, and freelance grant writer. Her recent work has been published in Christian Century, Ekstasis, CRUX, and The Windhover. She is the 2022 recipi- ent of the Luci Shaw Prize for Creative Writing from Regent College.

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