Allelulia, The Lord is Risen!
In a hot climate, the poet AE Stallings writes of the difficulty of locating a family grave in a cemetery. Someone goes in search of information to find the right place:
Then you came back
With the coordinates, and snagged a priest
Glistening in polyester black,
Who, at the grave, now found,From A. E. Stallings, ‘Memorial (Mnemosyno)’
Spoke of the rest and rising of the dead
As if they were so many loaves of bread
Tucked in their oblong pans
In a kitchen gold with sunlight, rich with yeast.
He is Risen Indeed. Alleluia!
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Ah, Chris, reminds me of your “leaven in the loaf”! He is risen, indeed. ALLELUIA!