Easter Sunday Sonnet
with love to Molly Skaggs
They woke to sorrow, what had to be done.
They woke to disappointing dawn. The rays
Of morning couldn’t catch their eyes. The sun
Was stretching out its arms in daily praise,
And just about to paint the heavens pink.
But grief drags feet and eyes to ground; they trudged.
They didn’t know what’s next or what to think.
I wouldn’t either; who am I to judge?
Sometimes I still don’t know much more than what
They said. The tomb was empty, You’re alive.
And when the sky is pink and I am cut
By awe and all such skies I’ve missed, I give
A grateful grin and say again what’s true:
If You walked out of the grave, I’m walking too.
You can listen to me read it here
https://soundcloud.com/benwhitepoetry/easter-sunday-sonnet-m4a
Today, if you hear his voice 