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Only the Stones

6 Apr

It's Easter! Photo credit here

Students have been unleashed into Spring Break, teachers are sleeping in late and it’s Peep eating season. Wait, there are no peeps in the UK?! Hold on… something is missing beside the Peepage. My birthday? That’s still a little while away… School? No, two weeks off still (hooray!)… Easter Sunday? Ah, that’s the One: the Jesus thing.

This poem stems from imagery of Jesus on the cross which is historically believed to have happened today, a Friday (as public excutions must have been dead and cleared away before the Sabbath). Remembering images of this event, I was indifferent the first time I saw The Passion, averting my eyes from the gore of a beaten man. The second time as a believer (when I was 20), I wept, gazing on such a sacrifice, an atonement. I saw it differently. And today, I see it differently again; I don’t watch it anymore. Why? Because the cross is empty; He rose.

P.S. If anyone knows the whereaboust of any possible Peeps in the England area, please let me know. I miss their pastel marshmallow goodness, especially when it’s Easter: a time to celebrate after all! Happy Easter and a Good Friday to you all.

Only the Stones

The logs cracked and burdening

On his back became splinters, somewhere,

Reabsorbed into the good earth,

And maybe into the air.


And the garments gambled for,

Worn down to shreds and resold,

Passed down and around; the relic

Vanished from the eager human hands.


Backs arched for strong swings hammering

Iron nails gave into rust and time:

Withered, dented, worn away

By sandaled feet as roadside debris.


Their eyes, their living eyes burned

By the eclipsing sun have all fallen asleep

And their stories too, oral tradition

Of the strange day, carried away by the breeze.


There is nothing to see now, no place to dwell.

Only the rocks, and me, we have a story to tell.