Last Days
March 29, 2021 Faith
LAST DAYS
to shouts and songs of joy
and palmed 'hosannas'
he enters on an ass
he'll have his royal moment
despite what time dictates
he is a king about to die
some bread, a cup of wine,
beginning of a meal that
cannot end
blood, prayer and olive trees
tell me that
he finds it hard to die
a grey, dishevelled day
in the distance a tree
sways heavy with grief
a day out of time
even nature acknowledges
death's brief victory
Resurrection
that sun-filled morning
of the third day
I went to the tomb
and rolled back the stone
out came the poor and
destitute, the prisoners
Travellers …
the old and forgotten
all blinking in the sunlight
all ready for a new birth
