Of Two Easters
Through lips of flesh you spoke to us
of living water, endless days deemed fantastic, peace ecstatic Tree of Life you hung to die God whose spirit with us stays help us few who wonder why such death you chose from which you rose Great Teacher, can we now suppose the Three in One and One the Same your power ours to claim? Will your angels tend to us your garden gate to find? Will your angels cry with us for loved ones left behind? What of those who laugh at us and say we've lost our mind? for death to self and born again's the practice of our kind Such practice does make perfect for a resurrection day but Heaven as a kingdom seems so very far away As Easter morn we hide some eggs that children have their play What of the hare our goddess chose Eostre most fair put in the moon to lay the cosmic egg of life that immortality prevail for every dawn and every Spring and every new moon born again becomes the Easter Bunny tale as now those gods we must curtail while seeking still our treasures |
