morning poem, september 28, 2014

Sunday Morning



Today begins just like yesterday did

Except a minute and a half later

But that difference is explained by natural processes

The Earth tilting on its axis.


Where is the sign that this is the day

That everything turned around?

You know, the seal on the promise of

The debt being paid

The defeat of evil

The end of decay

The wiping away of every tear

The death of death?


And then comes the chime of the churchbell

Carrying Mary’s message

For which there is no natural explanation

“The tomb is empty”


This has gone on for two-thousand years

Men and women have died to tell it

Died for telling it

And yet, they keep on telling it


There is no natural explanation for this.



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