eastertide
(a ‘post-easter’ reflection…)
the ashes have vanished
the solemness banished
the disciplines finished
the darkness diminished
the palms have adorned him
the leaders have warned him
the soldiers have thorned him
the friends have all scorned him
the rabble awaken
the judges mistaken
the saviour forsaken
the foundations shaken
the creation cursed
the lynch mob dispersed
the body immersed
the blessing reversed
the lifeblood has bled
the tears have been shed
the prayers have been said
the saviour was dead.
the silence entombed them
the madness consumed them
the rumours subsumed them
the hope would exhume them
the tombstone has rolled
the women consoled
the prophets foretold
the saviour behold
the trumpets resound
the lilies abound
the glory is found
the saviour is crowned
the ribbons are braded
the bonnets paraded
the baskets are raided
the goodies are traded
the River so wide
the Peace to abide
the calling to ride
the swell of eastertide...