The True Story of the Resurrection

poems by Michael Henson

with a foreword by Richard Hague


The True Story of the Resurrection    Michael Henson

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The True Story of the Resurrection
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Henson’s dramatis personae rise from the page with lyrical intensity, each singing with striking contrast the confessions, lamentations, psalms and secrets of the ancients. Whether blowing hot as a Sharav wind or sighing in a prophet’s weary breath, these poems sound as present and compelling as a knock on your door. 
        — Sherry Cook Stanforth, Thomas More College

In this lore-poetry the faces and legends of the Bible knock around in the modern world with their memorys, complaints, terrors and exhaltations. 
        — Br. Paul Quenon

Underlying all the poems is the same obdurate persistence and confrontation with mystery as is enacted in the Book of Job. A life-long reader and re-reader of what more than one has called the American Bible, that is, Moby-Dick, the maker of these poems blends with his own the voices of Fr. Mapple, the prophets Elijah (both the Melvillean version and the Old Testament’s), Thoreau at his most critical and incisive, and that omnivorous, almost omniscient democrat and empath, Walt Whitman. 
        — Richard Hague


From the Book — 

The Golden Calves

          Exodus 32:1-23

How can a man endure
His endless articles of abomination?
He has a law for the cutting of a beard
and for the cutting of a foreskin.
A law to leave be the animals that creep
and a law for slitting the throats of the animals that stand.
A law that tells a man how to stand before a woman
and a law that tells a woman how to stand before a man.
A law for what is clean and a law for the unclean.
And a law of fire that consumed the sons of Aaron.
No other god is so angry.
No other god offers us
so many ways to offend Him.
We have the God we have
and may His Name be revered
but a man might wish for a god
who understands the pain of a man,
a god who understands the failings of a man,
a god who mourns,
a god who bleeds,
a god who understands the joy
that comes to the eye of a man
when the barelegged women
come down to the river
at sunset for water.