Poetry

Holy Week

Properly observed, it is 
a slow greening process, 
unfolding of the bud 
buried in every breast. 
It cannot be hurried, 
but is hoped for 
through cold seasons, 
callousness, cruelties, 
Calvary in lonely places 
which can last for eons. 
Received by reduction 
not by adding to, 
we wait for the bud, 
and the tomb, to open.

4/8/2020