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Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Apr 8, 2009 6:14:43 GMT -5
Christ is Risen in the High Street?
Christmas: red, gold with spectacular, secular light
Confined His birth to a corner of the high street
A shabby model stable, chipped plaster effigies
Where those we have no room for
Are crouched in darkened corners for the night.
But, as earth proclaims new life,
Will Easter find Him, raised here?
Amongst synthetic chickens, themed chocolate eggs
Trapped in their shiny profit driven boxes?
The posters that declare- must see, must have, must share
A love that must be bought- not given free?
Yet out of town, the birds, nest-building,
Singing their territorial hymns to this new life
And fresh soft green leaves burst from their stirring branches
The rising of the sap, the life blood, springing hope,
The works of His hands, the promise!
Every spring-dressed tree, heavy with blossom
Every young life, fresh from the egg, the womb
Flings the flowering fertility of earth
Across the dark of death
Sings of Joy and Resurrection
And of our hope in Heaven.
© Pauline Griffiths 2009
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