Disaster lurks in Easter absolutes,
The sun is straining blood through time,
Heaven, is innocence so far away?
Hell, are you gaping in your fury?

To think, to feel, to see, to be
Control confusion and force dispute
Cringing before the cold, glad Easter
Where dwell the ruthless relatives.

Heavens of contemplation, and first
Belief, that runs lamb-like here,
Give me the order of the soul’s sway
And harmony that teaches mastery.

Christ now come from out the tomb,
None other, and walk upon the ruined meadows,
Dream-like vision, powerful beyond reality,
Where the spirit is jocund, where it would go.

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