Rite of Spring

Common Grackles rested

on the naked Maple canopy.

Like aneurysms waiting

to burst into flight

they bent the thinning branches.

 

They had every rite of spring.

Some of them loitered

through the winter

and saw their reflections on ice.

What freedom to stay.

 

Christ stayed on the tree

and burst unto death

and burst into flight.

 

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Death Eclipsed

There it hung,

like a jelly bean on a string.

It was lighter today

as it lay down.

 

The moon shadows fled

and death is translucent.

The Bright and Morning Star

rolled it away,

rolled it away.

 

 

“I, Jesus, have sent my angel to testify these things to you for the assemblies.

I am the root and the offspring of David; the Bright and Morning Star.”

Revelation 22:16