Poet’s Page ~ April 2009
Even as the season of Lent continues, so I continue to share poems I have written about this special season. As I write this page, we are coming upon Palm Sunday, Good Friday, and Easter. The following poems speak to what these days mean to me.
Such an ordinary name for such an extraordinary day.
The day he made it plain that who he was,
and not to be denied.
The day he set into motion the wheel
that would carry him through
crucifixion… and beyond.
Another day of being
alone in the middle of a crowd ~
This day is called “good” and yet it honors
events that are hard to understand.
This day remembers how he walked on,
as he faced what lay before him
and knew it for what it was.
This day remembers how he wept, but did not waver,
how he finished all that he had begun.
This day is about asking and agony,
this day is about mystery and the awful clarity
that is, in itself,
a light in the darkness.
This day is about love.
of colored eggs and pretty bonnets
seem so far removed from what
the day was truly all about.
Songs of praise and adoration
come closer, perhaps, to the meaning
of that early first day of the week
with its empty tomb and scattered believers.
Perhaps if we are to catch a glimpse
of that long-ago morning in that faraway place,
and even touch its meaning,
we need only to look and see
the ways it changed