On Easter, Martha Answered Mary
Martha Answered Mary
Then I would rise up
early in the morning.
I would leave
my broom, my broth,
my unmade bed,
go
and scatter
secret birdseed
beneath the olive tree
where I always dreamed
of being kissed. And I
would wait.
Then I would rise up
early in the morning.
I would leave
my broom, my broth,
my unmade bed,
go
and scatter
secret birdseed
beneath the olive tree
where I always dreamed
of being kissed. And I
would wait.
Labels: Easter Poetry, poetry
3 Comments:
Your Easter poems have such depth, and what lyrical beauty befalls this scattering of secret birdseed and the waiting.
I love the contemplation of the two that you bring up -- one believing, one doubting.
So beautiful. I love the simplicity.
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