Silently, Resurrection

I like to think that the resurrection
was silent, and unseen too, like
the rising of a stalk from a seed
deep in ground; like
the birth of thought while attending
a tree.

I like the idea of
resurrection as a
surreptitious inversion upending
trumpets, and triumph, and spectacle –
life sneaking out of death, a tiptoe
no-one knows is there… until
they do and then it disappears like
a shiver down your back, like
a déjà vu arresting you, like
dawn’s glow, spring grass’s green, comet crossing sky:
my eye sees, and then it doesn’t, and then it sees differently.

I like to think that the resurrection is everywhere
because it was first there, silently.

6 thoughts on “Silently, Resurrection

  1. arlavergne says:

    Thank you. Blessed Easter.

  2. agjorgenson says:

    You are welcome and thank you for the blessing you have been up to on this day…

  3. shoreacres says:

    I hope your day was a peaceful and happy one. Easter blessings!

  4. Just lovely, Allen. Sees…then it doesn’t….then differently. May we all go through such quiet resurrections.

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