Easter Poem
Easter Poem
I feel there is a warming
In my heart before the air
The melting of a frozen stone
I forgot was even there.
The living long forgotten
Life itself a distant train
The promises once made
Seek remembrance, refrain.
The great Return is coming
The evidence is there
I hope i can still see it
Before distortion can impair.
Sloughing off the darkness
Disrobement of the skin
There must be easier means
To access the might within
Stronger beats the cycle
Of contesting hope and fear
And here upon the threshold
Felt more fully year-to-year.
But in my contemplation
Of alternative, I find
The smallest thread of wild chance
To choose hope in the blind.
So against the odds that tether
I break into the sun
My weather-weary spirit
Emergent champion.
To leave behind what held me
To echo the amen
To detect once more a muted heart
To be re-born (again).
post script: I recently laid out some paper for an egg-dying blitz and then left it there. By and by, I found some additions of varying degrees of pleasantness. The first is this cute bunny:
Bunnies toe the line, with their rabbit feet, of cute and creepy and this next one is definitely a crossover. It is next to where i work and every now and then I glance at it if I want to deliberately depress myself.
At first I was like, ha ha, that’s fun. And then the more I looked, the more distrust I felt. I was sitting there one day, contemplating the darker things of life as compelled by said bunny when I got some quality commentary from a passing Sean:
SEAN: Why is it that I keep drawing creepy rabbits?
JEN: I think it’s the sad drooping shoulders for me. Also, why are its ears wrapped around its head like a turban?
SEAN: Oh, that’s something Bugs Bunny used to do. I think about it all the time.
So, before you launch into a world of existential rabbits (whatever that is. I can’t vouch for it), perhaps as a palette cleanser, let me leave you with this last drawing as we conclude Palm Sunday.
A cuter kickoff to Holy Week:
