The tale be told
The woman alone
His birth the mystery
Her faith behold
An insular nativity
An island of pity
A sea of wolves
Carousing drawing
Lots over his bones
The women behold
The Man the Magus
His cross upstages
All our sins and sorrow
Out of our reckoning
See Lady beckoning
I hold this lamp
For outcasts
At Heaven's door.
Easter ahoy!
Lost like the island
Meaning forsaken
Such a cold wind blows
Lost at birth in the cold place
The heart rudimentary
Running hard on vestigial legs
May Man show mercy
As God durst once
And for those of us
You and I
Who curse our lots
Remember she
Who gathering her son's
Cast off clothing
Was Moving stillness
At the close of day
Hark how the thunder rolls mighty
Witness darkness in the afternoon
Easterly sun hath forget his course.
She's alone now in her nightmare agony
Awaiting the dawn of uncertainty
In quiet fortitude.
Hail glorious dawn that
Searches sunlit sepulchre
For the mystical body
Of a dead man's belief.
Who avowed and arose
Prophetic red rose
And sunlight shall glory
His name evermore
Posterns of faith
Guardian of gates
Easter our portal
Of everlasting hope.
(c) Amrita Valan 2016
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