Roll away the stone, that great
Weight upon your heart calling you cursed,
And walk with me. I’m not one you’ll recognize
But I’m quite alive and wanting to walk with you,
To that Sea, where mist-shrouds lift from shorelines,
Where cast-nets come back full of fish,
And the rising sun looks just like a coal-fire.
We’ll clear a space and eat together
And everything you need, to be, will come.
Everything given water-of-love will green,
Kindness and empathy will sprout and tiller,
Gentle mystery of the beautiful mover, will bud,
Latent longing to be the joy of another, will blossom,
And the love that casts away fear,
That lives as though death were not,
Trusts the delicate mercies whispered in the
Warm rays and winds and rains of life,
Will bloom you — You, kissed hard,
Uncursed, weightlessly rising and quite alive.
Thank you, Stephen, for such a fittingly beautiful Easter poem.
Thank you Allan! Wishing you a joyful Easter.
A fitting Easter meditation. Thank You
Thank you Don!
Beautiful. Infused with so much warmth and kindness
Thanks for those kind words Ananda.
Thanks, Steve, for this Easter ‘translation’!
Thanks for that Ike.
Thanks for this Easter rich poem… into Christ’s life we grow. We thrive.
And thank you for these words Heather!
Thanks for the hope, Steve.
Thanks Sam.