Resurrection Sunday In-Between
I howl with wolves I’ll be back somehow
My heart bruised like the sky that hour before sunrise
When sparrows find yoke in the universe
But blossom as copper in the Apple trees
Filling the cold morning with jingling keys
The pond steams like coffee
This early blurry April moon in the fingers of Oaks
Is mine
Here in my backyard in my sky
A moon can be yours too I understand
But that is your moon a different stone to throw
Down your own well
I moaned to the universe
And tempted to depoliticize dehumanize dephilosophize
The Son of God
But that was a mistake
The battle made Him more so all those things
So I made Him just mine again
My salvation
In the quiet mind of my birdcage
Door set ajar
Found peace
In the infinite purity of in-between.
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