To the Virgins and High Priests of the Second Ward: An Easter MessageBy: Bored in Vernal
Today is not a day for rosary-beaded rumination,
not a day for bathing his feet with tears,
or oil, or any other expensive ungent of the soul.
Temple-toned whispers are not welcome
here; nor silent reverie. And even
Have no station at this cross –
It is empty.
Shout him to the skies.
Another day will come to
press a tithing envelope into the Bishop’s hands;
to set the organ on “harp.”
Today is the day to welcome the trumpets and tambourines
into the chapel.
Seal him not in the grave with your grief.
Kiss Him not on those pierced hands,
But on his mouth.
Hail the Bridegroom