it is finished. and
because He lives, that means
this is not the end.
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at dawn
at dawn death rolled back
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the Lamb of God chased
the money changers out of
the temple.
palm sunday
the crowd gathers in,
eager, excited, waiting
for the arrival
of the champion.
easter monday
in the park
the japanese magnolia is shedding
its petals
easter sunday
two syllables turn despair back to delight
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holy saturday
we planted the peas today
rolled their plump green bodies
into the black bacterial dust
gardeners call inoculant
and then tucked them one by one
under the soil
good friday
today the warmth returned
and the blond-haired boys were
running wild through beds
of brittle hydrangea
and barren rose canes
when the littlest
still unsteady on his feet
caught his teddybear bib on a thorn