In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, amen.

My Lord and my God, I firmly believe that you are here, that you see me, that you hear me.

I adore you with profound reverence. I ask your pardon for my sins, and the grace to make this time of prayer fruitful.

My Immaculate Mother, St. Joseph, my Father and Lord, my guardian angel, intercede for me. Easter is still very fresh in our minds. We go once more with our imagination to the upper room

and place ourselves at the sight of Mary, the Holy Women, the Apostles.

It will be a big help for our own interior life to try to envision how they spent those long hours

day after day, awaiting the promised coming of the Paraclete.

The Apostles and the holy women

had just been on an emotional roller coaster ride,

from the sublime moments of the Last Supper,

to that crushing despair at the Lord's apparent defeat.

Then, the utter elation of Easter Sunday and those marvelous moments when Jesus appeared to them various times during 40 days leading up to his ascension.

Those gathered in the upper room were in leading up to his ascension.

Those gathered in the upper room were in ecstasy.

Each morning, their very first thought was,

he lives.

To use an unusual English usage, we could say that they had been Eastered. That word that we will never again see comes from a poem written in 1918 by Gerard Manley Hopkins, where he says in one line,

let him Easter in us be a day spring to the dimness of us.

How interesting, how graphic, to say, let Jesus Easter in us. As one writer puts it,

Easter here is a verb. It is not only an event, but it is something that happens to us and in us.

This poem and prayer asks that Jesus transform our lives,

that he rise not just in a tomb, but in us as well,

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