Easter Morning

Published 2015-08-14 by joejoy12
Christ is risen,
 I hear myself say, as the road
 breaks out of the gorge
 onto floodplains of light.
 For I, too, a Jew
 without faith, have risen,
 from weeks of un-being,
 clothed again
 in garments of self.
 When victims
 come into the clinic
 after catastrophe,
 the first act
 is to wash their eyes.
 Last night I dreamed of you –
 and when I woke,
 there was a rift in time
 when I believed
 you were still alive.2849406120131031175757063_640_副本 2849406120131031175806027_640_副本
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