I saw them hauling...

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A poem about spiritual speculations.

Submitted: May 15, 2014

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Submitted: May 15, 2014

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I met them hauling

their burden through suburbia,

Two men and a cross,

remembering an ancient crime.

 

Sandals dusty from a

lost afternoon,

faces peering from doorways;

the guards looking bored

 

Another man; the same burden,

the mystical agony

of flesh becoming Word

 

The sky didn’t darken

with thunder;

The curtain wasn’t rent asunder,

no Father forsook his son.

 

Yet, as they passed,

something changed

Making the air electric

 with questions;

becoming the only question

 

What is this life

that begins with a death?

May 2014.

 


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