Easter is about separation,
isn't it? Before it comes
Friday--the day God lost.
So we too shake, face separation,
the taking of ones we love.
It's about the longing for what will not
be here (despite eggs and lilies)
while toes touch wood and ground. The ache
for unbroken unity, joy in love and face.
It's about ambition, fear, anger,
envy (think supposedly holy leaders,
students asking for thrones by Jesus' side)
--faults ending embraces, chasing them
from a blood-soaked hill and Messiah's last cries.
It's about all that could be and isn't
in this evil and angst riven space.
It's about Him who said Yes to his Father's way,
gave hands, feet and back to splinters,
stones, metal--piercing pain.
It's about our own cold and aches,
in a world weary and crying,
wounds cleansed but not taken,
waiting for a coming triumph--
His coming to renew, replace.