What Easter Means To Me
WHAT EASTER MEANS TO ME
……… and into the city of god rode this man,
following the road to his end and beginning -
our palm leaves under his guiltless feet
to become nails piercing his palms and feet.
The sun died as the Son died.
Completely consumed, he died in silence,
as he gave up the ghost, as he left us alone,
birds, harking in stark branches
for the dark wings of the angel of death,
coming with its black sack, its veil,
sunless-lightless-lifeless - where no bird sings.
And our breath was stopped, held,
and we, bereft, waited in mourning
in this vale of tears - for him
to die and lie in a cave
blocked with boulder and soldier ...... ,
...... Then rolled away
and the Son, his glorious face pouring love on us all
rose and pushed aside the black stone into oblivion
and pierced a hole in the veil, infinitely, gloriously,
and we were restored to life in the smile of heaven.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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