Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Floating Easter

The round silvery moon, wide-eyed watcher in the sky,
presages the day, not of Eostre at equinox, 
but of the resurrection, that good news, 
though apostles looked away from miracles
and, confounded by their doubts, forgot Lazarus, 
brought forth from his cold tomb.
Were they not amazed in Bethany and beyond?

This Paschal feast, unfixed by a waiting world,
as crocus pierce the the brown fallen leaves to flower in gold, 
reminds us in Paul's strong words to those in Corinth,
exhorting of Christ reborn, once and eternal, 
until we see God's holy power called love,
breaking through our crude calendar,
setting star from star in white-robed light.

Finding a crocus had grown through the iron of a black oak leaf triggered this poem, 9 April 1993, Copyright by Roger Sween. After refusals from some Lutheran publications - they did not publish seasonal poetry - I submitted it upon my new membership and saw it published in the newsletter, The Pilgrim v.112 no. 4 (April 2011) 31.

Other poems by Roger Sween are posted on this blog, listed alphabetically at My Poetry and on CeptsForm Index.

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