It has taken a while for this Easter poem to come together. Not too long, though, I hope.
Old Stone
Too big to move, they said.
Steady, sedate, settled
for centuries. Passed over
when the Temple was built.
More walked around than stumbled
over. Not worthy of rejection -
just ignored.
Perfect then, to jam
the gap, seal
the tomb, end the
talk, gag the
Word.
Late in time came the gang
of destiny, cursing a final full stop
into the darkness.
But briefly, briefly…
All it took was one sharp
snort from the
Eternal to eject that great god-
gobstopper.
Unstoppable You – You
spat it out. Here, at last, a
mouth of hope. Now
let spirit breathe, dead
live, stones
themselves cry out. Solid
joy. Divine
sneeze.
SAC 16.4.12
