A Poem for Easter

Holy Week
By E.E. Green

I still see ashes on foreheads
Long after Lent.
In my mind
I see the Eucharist
Transform into a swirling galaxy.
So many stars are forming thoughts
Of infinite time & space -
Their just there
Without explanation

Like trees that bud on a warm day after winter winds.

Easter morning
Café au lait
Fred Astaire & Judy Garland
A walk to the campus chapel
A magnolia vestibule.

Distracted voices
Children worming about
In and out of pews.
A nervous cough
High heels from the
Night before draw
Attention on the granite steps.

I’m drawn away
From the center
But the magnet
Of choral chanting
Brings me back

On track
A trajectory of unknowing
Propels me toward

A life of tomb like somber
And bright energy

Of darkness
& light
Sharing space in this one body.

Eggs Benedict on Easter Sunday.