brian shivers

(a poem) Startled awake by hope, longing, or fear. Was it a dream? Was it true? If just a dream how can we live as if it were something more; something real? If the rumors are true we may wonder, "What's next?" Either way things will never be the same; we can never be the same because of yesterday.

(a poem for Easter) Unwrap the alleluias. Do so gently if you must. There is no right way for it to be done. Shout it boldly for all to hear. Alleluia! Whisper it gently into the wind. alleluia. Be patient with one another; with your self. We are all still finding out what it means that the tomb is empty. Sometimes the declaration "He is risen" is punctuated with a faint question mark; sometimes a bold exclamation point. Perhaps, perhaps today it should be ellipsis . . . This work, this resurrection continues. It is not complete without us. Alleluia, He is risen . . .