EASTER MORNING

THIS Easter

Left alone with a bedraggled time that has

Had its way and solitude

Center stage in slight

Tremors, worrying the carcass of

An old fear that

Beneath the footprints of

These silhouetted days lay

Dread

Goodness under the influence

Life generously giving of

Privilege (for few) and benediction (for many)

A brilliant ignorance

That holds

We are all on that

“darkling plane”

Where good is bad

Bad is good is

Bad is good…

A curious crossroads

To ponder fate while

Loving the scientist and his

Prayerful Algorithms

That Sun Tsu certainty in sequence

Leaving believers on a mobius loop

Of repetition

Governed by gods of division

Long dividing people

But not the praying hands

Of the hopeful

 THIS Easter