where are you
lord of the darkness
world’s womb
i feel cramped in your amniotic uncertainty
i tried to be born
but i crept back in
it’s cold out there
lord of the sepulchre
i don’t know what those angels are talking about
all i can smell is the stench of 153 miscarried projects
lord of the garden
where’ve you gone?
i tread on the daisies
and the daisies are me
take me with you to galilee
i don’t know the way
i don’t know how to let these fish out of their net
i’ll be a stowaway in that leather bag over your shoulder
you look like you’re going somewhere
or let me creep like gollum at your heel
on the dusty road
i reached out to touch your brethren
and cut my hand on a broken mirror
when you gonna find me?
i wish I could reach the end of this poem
it’s a long dusty road
it’s a long dusty road
Chris Fewings
Whatever you think of the Easter story, it’s one where non-believers and believers can imagine themselves into the story. As I understand the accounts included in the New Testament, in the days and weeks following the discovery of the empty tomb, the followers of Jesus were not necessarily filled with confidence and joy. Much of the time they seem rather dejected and fearful – perhaps more than on them was inclined to doubt their leaders resurrection.