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.
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