—D.R. Wagner, Locke, CA
A passacaglia of yellow
Flowers wandering through
Spring until they are surprised
By a riot of Rembrandt
Tulips and insistent hyacinths
Scattered beneath the Easter light
Of Giant Sequoias.
The voices of children
Somewhere in a near
The missing body of a Christ,
A Christ hungry for food
Other than his own body,
Thirsty for a wine made
From grapes, not blood
And the company of friends
Not interested so much
In miracles, as in a kindness
Found on the road,
Singing with friends.
A music tied to breath
And the beating of the heart.
A sudden exaltation of meadowlarks
Delighted to have been disturbed
By violins coming from an empty tomb.
A peal of bells and the trumpets
Of lilies blooming themselves
Into the beginnings of what would manifest
As a religious vision
Leaking through centuries of blood.
What is the real purpose behind the tooth fairy, the Easter bunny and Santa Claus? They seem like greater steps toward faith and imagination, each with a payoff. Like cognitive training exercises.
—Medusa, with thanks to D.R. Wagner for helping us celebrate the exultation of meadowlarks that is Easter Sunday with his poem and anonymous visuals!
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