An Easter Poem

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For the passion and the Easter rising

How does life seem in death’s depths?

With eyes of straining streams on sighs of crying breaths?

What does the light mean

When you don't know the day’s dawning?

I’ve got these kids to raise an’ bills to pay

An’ Sunday’s their father’s day to visit.

So - so what them singing songs of praise.

If their dadda’s away,

its me who gets it.

Is there a dad who’s always there

When your day’s deserted

and your heart’s defected?

Is there a mum who never says no to your sorrow?

A brother who never buffs up a hurt?

A sister who never undishes the dirt?

Is there ever a true friend,

Or a straight way unturned,

A life that simply loves?

 

When you stand on the hill

before Sunday’s dawn light

You can see the town ignite

With the candles of night -

Street strung in glowing chains

marking the ways and lanes

Of feet, cars and trains,

That go from dale to hill -

out through the vale and town

and past the skirts of cities

But not beyond death.

 

Was Friday all it was to be?

All journeys to here;

all our roads to this crossing -

Just a passing of time,

and a warming of hearts

All falling to dust and darkness?

Do we now decide

that death is the king

The unbeaten Lord,

Who waits in the ring,

Abiding our coming,

like rain onto rivers,

And priests into lovers,

falling inside of her arms.

 

Is this all it was ever to be?

Leaving us with nothing but hiding,

In case death comes sniffing and catching?

 

Yet there is another hiding,

A secret our sight can be seeing,

An emptiness filling with living

And there without caution,

In the doom and the distant death dark,

Where the first ones of glory are sighing

There’s a door coming down

With a chain smashing flying

And terror giving way to delight,

For the Son is arising,

And the Father is laughing,

and the Spirit is dancing

As death grovels down to the Light.

And all that was lost in the prison of self

Can live in the Light and the care of the Dad

Since the Father raised Jesus to life.

Alleluia! Jesus is risen Rejoice and praise the Lord.

Nick

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