Thursday, April 25, 2013

Easter Occasion Poem

Crowded pews, huddled masses
of still and silent sheep
surrounded by spring flowers.
Followers?

Or lives spent floundering
in muck and mire, aimless
wandering in an empty tomb,
searching for a body
in an abandoned grave?

Perhaps they fell asleep in the pasture
and did not see their shepherd ascend.
What will it take to awaken them;
to resurrect them?




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