EASTER
Easter is God lying on a park bench,
hungry, drunk, huddled against the cruel wind and the lashing rain.
Easter is a weeping, brick dust girl
watching as her family home is demolished in the West Bank
or a brave, silent protest
in the face of globalized thought control.
Easter is a church
that walks out one morning
from a stone and brick tomb
into the garden of the broken,
holds out the hand of God and says,
“Sister, brother, I see that you are hurting.
I have come to bring you
good news!”
Beautiful, Tim.
it will be if it happens Dyfed Wyn! pasg hapus