Easter Sunday Risen

I believe That God re-visited the Earth As a poor boy, That a Star pulled the nomads and lambs Across a desert, That God is He who defies gravity Like a pheasant exploding from a meadow, That He lifts the heart Like a tree bursting from seed, That He rose from the grave Like waves sweeping Atop a sea, That He is a celestial touch Of a cup Made from the skin of my hands Pouring light and sand to a beach, That He created the rustle of leaves And the sway of Maples in the spring, That He makes stones shudder Under the currents of rivers And moves that to the sky And calls it wind, That God made it So No one deserves to die, Gave us Forgiveness Like an umbilical cord To the way the sun rises For our eyes The color of lavender Splitting a black sky.