Sunday, April 08, 2012

On Easter Sunday

The stone which the builders rejected
is become the head of the corner
Psalm 118:22

I traveled on stilts,
avoiding cracks
and knotted places.
I told myself,
follow at a distance.
Then I paused
long enough
to listen
to the whole story
from once upon a time
to "where did he go?"
to "it can't be."
to Hallelujah


Anonymous irene said...

The stilts strangely provide a bird's eye slow unravelling of perspective. Small and impactful, Linda.

April 09, 2012  

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