Where has he Gone?

Where has he Gone?

Make no mistake If he rose at all It was as his body; If the cells’ dissolution did not reverse’ The molecules reknit, the amino acids rekindle, the church will fall.   It was not the flowers, Each soft Spring recurrent; It was not as his spirit in the mouths and...
Sainted Glass

Sainted Glass

To one kneeling down no word came, Only the wind’s song, saddening the lips Of the grave saints, rigid in glass; Or the dry whisper of unseen wings, Bats not angels, in the high roof.   Was he balked by silence? He kneeled long And saw love in a dark crown Of thorns...