Poetry

Easter Sorrow

What to say when Easter joy
Is silent? When in my heart
I sense a still-sealed tomb?
When death has won and cries of peace
Are violent intruders, mocking
in the gloom.

What to say when others’ joy
Seems shallow? And seeds of doubt
Are planted in the ground,
In fields that now for years have stood
Long fallow—empty, dry and barren
Seasons round.

What to say when voices cry
“He’s risen!” and Alleluias
Scald my angry mind?
Weary resignation and
Depression, the only consolation
I can find.

What to say? My cauterized
Rejection of Easter’s joy
Will seek another cave,
Another Mary, witness of
Resurrection, as silently
He weeps before a grave.



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