A poetic hymn celebrating Easter’s promise.
Pilfered by such crimson stains
un-ruin of lost passion’s gaze.
We see, although with borrowed eyes,
the ways of marrow’d bones that cry
and heed tomorrow’s empty plans,
still grasped are we by steady hands.
Once-sceptered race, too weak to sing,
hums strained refrains, the note’s the thing
that begs to be so firmly placed
beside heav’ns door, to see our face.
Pilfered, now, the empty tombs
of prison-ing stone that left no room
for breath, nor sight, life’s dividend
so oft ignored, yet without end.
The beating heart in longing chest
can speak no lies, at love’s request
when barrenness no longer reigns
and God above sees not a stain.
Sorrow’s nest, our broken lot,
lies strewn about, dark chains forgot.
Pilfered, now, once seeing eyes,
which, seeing, saw but only lies
and in such blindness, seeing sought
to see once more what love forgot.
The heart bursts open, warm and full
and knows the place from whence it’s pull:
paraded by heav’ns stunning grace,
now heav’nward, sure, it finds its place.
Secured by love, in hope, transformed
salvation’s gift: the cold heart, warmed.