Christ is Risen!
hope is the thing with feathers
joy is the thing with wings.
It promises flight as
though I could close my eyes tap my heels together and
lift my heart soul mind body
a little balloon catching the wind.
turquoise and yellow skirt billowing
sending me high in the sky floating
above wars and bombings dsssand shootings and death
all the while collecting the children beneath me
who do not yet know the fear that snaws or the doubting of Thomases or
the shouting of cynics
we just fly to a land where is a always spring and
green and flowers sing in color and
the chidren will tell stories of
where they were before they were born because
they are stil young enough to remember and
we look deeply into one another’s eyes
we will see is love.