Easter Wednesday
The day he was known in the bread
The bread that was broken
And not until it was
Broken
They first spoke to him
Of broken hope
Along the road to anywhere
He called them slow of
Heart
Which gave them heartburn
Which they did not comprehend
Perhaps their hearts had not been slow
But rather withdrawn from
Pain
We protect our hearts
Lest they be broken more often
Than they are whole
Does this make us slow and
Foolish
I confess to confusion
Does Easter Joy take away our pain
Our slow and broken hearts
Or are we not Eastered until we are
Broken
Shall our slow and broken hearts
Be burned into the rising
Is this how divine love works
There is always a death before the
Rising
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