An Easter Lament and Question
by Elouise
Nothing comes easy these days
Small deaths and large
Gaping holes
Clutter the landscape
Rain falls sideways
Streaking over my back yard
Daring me to will it
To the ground
Out of control and out of time
Bombs tick silently
Within this fragile planet of creatures
And plant life whipped
By gales of political
And personal expediency
So many deaths
Not enough tombs
Or people with vision
And voices to help us
Find our way home
‘Come to me
All who labor
And I will give you rest’
Yet even You were hung
On a tree whiplashed
And left to die
How will Easter
Arrive on this good earth
Not just for the flowers
But for all of us?
Is dying our only option?
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 20 April 2019
Photo found at pixabay.com
Happy Easter Elouise!
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The same to you Dave! 🙏🏻
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Yes.
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Indeed.
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