Every Easter reminds us of the spirit of the holy cross. Let us imbibe the spirit and live peacefully and harmoniously.
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Leaves are falling
Feathers are floating.
Mist is melting
And the valley lay dreaming.
Beyond the passage,
Beyond the heart,
Chains are clattering,
Voices are heard.
A cross is laden,
Whips are heard.
Blood is oozing,
Bones are cramming.
Crannied walls crumble,
Noises fill the air.
Eyes are streams,
Prayers into eternal silence melt.
And he is being nailed,
Upon the cross he is laid.
There- to the open winds and our closing skies
The sweetest flower is sacrificed.
Beyond our hearts,
Beyond our dreams,
Beyond our spaces,
But it opens its eyes.
Beyond our reach,
Beyond our mortal scales,
It blooms into a horizon
And leaves its lingering fragrance.
The cross is empty,
The cave is empty.
The bird hath left the cage,
There are only plumes left.
And- beholding them,
We cherish a dream.
We return our eyes,
We search our own heart.
Leaves are falling,
Heart is opening.
A candle is burning,
Centuries lay dreaming.
I suppose that if I were a more religious person I might find more in this writing to praise; but frankly, aside from the opening and closing verses, I really found this piece to be rather run-of-the-mill so to speak. As I said, I am not a religious person so I naturally miss the relevant symbolism that is quite common in a piece like this. Be that as it may, for pure inspiration, I suppose it works well. GW62
You portray the true spirit of the ressurection.I'm adding to you my favorite poem list.Very Spiritual poem and a ten.Thank you for your request to read it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This depicts the agony and indeed the onlooker's ecstasy eventually in such an appealing verse. I endorse the title too - - a lovely write.... and 10 from Fay..