Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Easter and after
(Not to be outdone by my friend David, a poem)
Upon that Sunday morning there,
a surprising Son-rise
broke iron-hard nature's rules
and with the new day's dawning light
were all things changed.
So full of possibilities
unseen on dark Friday.
A lifetime of questions
about how one could cheat the grave
and live anew.
But come the weekday mornings here
soon normal life returns
causing eternal hope
to fade into the time now passed
for another year
Leaving blossom and catkins
springing on the bare boughs
in cold, grey mist.
(c) Dr Moose, 2005 ¶ 4:47 pm
Upon that Sunday morning there,
a surprising Son-rise
broke iron-hard nature's rules
and with the new day's dawning light
were all things changed.
So full of possibilities
unseen on dark Friday.
A lifetime of questions
about how one could cheat the grave
and live anew.
But come the weekday mornings here
soon normal life returns
causing eternal hope
to fade into the time now passed
for another year
Leaving blossom and catkins
springing on the bare boughs
in cold, grey mist.
(c) Dr Moose, 2005 ¶ 4:47 pm
