Michael Gerson ends his column in todays Washington Post with this from the poet Jane Kenyon:

The God of curved space, the dry

God, is not going to help us, but the sonwhose blood spatteredthe hem of his mother's robe.

And merechristian.org offers this, on resurrection:

...however absurd it seems... [the Resurrection] is a concept of sublime courage and optimism. [footnote: See Updike, "Seven Stanzas at Easter" in Telephone Poles and Other Poems... and see the poems, each entitled "The Resurrection of the Body", by Linda Gregerson and Eric Pankey, Poetry 162 [Apr 1993), 14-15, 26.] It locates redemption there where ultimate horror also resides -- in pain, mutilation, death, and decay. Whether or not any of the images and answers I have surveyed in this long book carries conviction, those who articulated them faced without flinching the most negative of all the consequences of embodiment: the fragmentation, slime, and stench of the grave. It was this stench and fragmentation they saw lifted to glory in resurrection. To make body crucial to personhood is to court the possibility that (to misquote Paul) victory is swallowed up in death. But if there is resurrection, then what is redeemed includes all the fragments that concerned Tertullian and Athenagoras as well as the love for which Dante and Mechtild strove. We may not find their solutions plausible, but it is hard to feel that they got the problem wrong.

--Caroline Walker Bynum, The Resurrection of the Body in Western Christianity, 200-1336, New York: Columbia Univ Press (1995), p. 343.