Poetry

Easter Sunday

As I walked to Emaus, I looked

at drops of dew glint in thick grass.

The sun

climbed the sky slowly like a grazing lamb.

My feet were brown with sand.

I smiled at people who passed me by.

I waved my hand at women carrying baskets and buckets,

I stroked stray dogs and fed bits of my way-bread to pigeons.

I felt

an overwhelming love for each and every being, I could share it

like bread and wine, my body

tingled with joy as I though I'd forgiven all my enemies, my heart

overflowing with this message, clean, fresh

and full of light.

I smiled at those two men as well and said the day was glorious.

Their eyes grew wide as they fell to their knees,

obviously taking me for someone else.

(the day was glorious indeed.

The sun crawled across the sky

like a lizard, birds twittered in the olive trees,

a light wind bathed my face in the smell of fresh oranges)

Maria Kardel