Easter Sunday, by Patrick Singing Sky

the bones have yet to be lifted

the sheets still wrap the body

dawn’s pathway into life-light

still three hours away

3 a.m

and the night and its mystery

hover around the sealed cave entrance

like dark wings at prayer

motionless in their silence

but the sky is filled with moonlight

a pink supermoon floats there

holding watch over the sleeping city

holding watch over the cold earth

lifting the surging sea

awoken and ever-moving



- Patrick Singing Sky


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