Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Easter Tuesday

The poetry keep coming. I know not if it is good poetry or bad, but it is.

Easter Tuesday
Arrives and we ask
Why is the sound of joy
Already so dim in our ears

It is a day of question
Why is resurrection promise
Slipping through our fingers
Becoming a strange sound, a

What seemed so real on Sunday
Has returned to the realm of rumor
Listen still, a whisper, a rumor of

Today we begin to remember
That the promised joy in not cheap
And sometimes illusive
Slipping through our neural spaces something

Today it dawns
The Man of Sorrows must lead
Us to the light
With his wounded hands of

There is a rumor of resurrection
And not all rumors are fake news
Some rumors echo truth
Such is the rumor of


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