First Sunday After Easter
In a mysterious way
Known only to its Maker,
This spring-singing Sunday
Is possessing our receptive spirits,
Taking us, by our naked faith,
And leading us to a place,
In the mystical distance,
Where our yearning souls
Wait to join us,
Halfway between death and new breath,
Before delivering us
To be anointed in the merciful certitude
Of God's perfect Word —
His acceptance of our love,
Into His love's covenant.
05/01/11
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