The Day Before
Mary Asked Martha
What if,
after the egg
rolled off the table,
we could come back
tomorrow
and find
a white feather,
the stir
of first flight.
RELATED:
Asking Joseph of Arimathea
What if,
after the egg
rolled off the table,
we could come back
tomorrow
and find
a white feather,
the stir
of first flight.
RELATED:
Asking Joseph of Arimathea
Labels: Easter Poetry, poetry
posted by L.L. Barkat at
11:16 AM
6 Comments:
White feather
life
oh. this.
perfect!
Love this!
Simple. Lovely. Perfect.
I really love this what if...
Happy Easter
Ah, the question ends with a period. Good.
Speaking her mind with comments meant to puzzle the listener! Had she not listened well to the Master when He boldly stated, in three days I will rise again? Perhaps she was also not quite awake on that glad morning?
Or she was wishing the angels had left a feather from their wings. (If angels do have wings?) I understand, and then I receive comments on my poetry that prove to me that the reader did not catch what the poem was actually about!
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