Easter Poem

On Easter

Sad face faceted to a wall she sings
Of bitter-sweet memories the things she brings
The things she brings so long and tall
Faceted with her to that self-same wall

The wall within has unseen cracks
That yielded to a thousand backs
Upon the day of spring will glide
To glorious heaven in glorious chariot ride

The chariots wheels are bright on fire
With faith that’s bought with hands in mire
The spinning flame will catch the gaze of all
Who are faceted with doubts upon the wall

The wall will break in one mighty blow
When the trumpets blare their hope to sow
And crumble down to dust in wondrous heap
Setting free the limbs of those that sleep

When those that sleep with watery eyes
Fall to their knees to see the skies
Will sing in round eternal voice
And vengeance from the grave rejoice

The things she brings within in her stay
And will not falter, fracture, fray
The wall without hence broken up
Can-not, will-not fill her cup

The body light now moving free
Marrowed, boned, skinned entity
Without she moves in visual grace
Within she hides an haggard face

Face faceted to a callous wall
Face feeling, failing in bitter gall
Bellows out a melody
That puts without within—mercy!

And then a second time the wall
Will fracture, tumble, crash and fall
Bright chariot wheels will flash the sky
And by the rounds reflect her eye.

Twice He was crossed to heal her face
Without, within, twice healed by grace.