Easter Art of a Sort

I LORDSHIP defined, not feudal lords, By a sermon: S.M. Lockridge, 1982 - No copyright for songs birds sing No initials on the lapels (YHVH we say, With some of the best Hebrews who knew) II As Easter dawned today, I saw my poor art On my wall. Huge rock in background, One lonely tree, denuded, arm-like branches Yet around the top, the few leaves circled The would-be Head, the aura He's never without III We are shut in, according to national regulation Country by country, Corona-influenced SHUTDOWN So I write poems about my faith. this Jesus-Love That resurrects inside a wisened Hindu heart Myth? The very concept: God dying for my sinful part IV Jesus told men and cast-out women, the Image in them Make us worth anything He paid at Calvary ("Daughter," He said to One with "issue of blood," her faith had healed her Because she risked being killed ("Social distancing" was Law!) By crawling, in Mark 5's crowd, to touch Jesus's tunic & POWER V I had no art supplies, coming here from America ... USA vast, wonderful, frustrating ... suckled my Faith in Jesus Miracle that endears her to me. Near University of Fort Hare I made do: two crayons, new 2020 calendar backs, I drew a Cross Now, Easter morning, lonely tree reminds me ... Trinity & Pentecost