Easter, 2024

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He has risen, and will return some day.

But there's a hitch. (There's always a hitch.)

One must believe, or so they say.

 

My bed is a disaster, the wreck of a sleepless night.

Ukraine. Gaza. Port au Prince.

Bombs and bullets, no peace in sight.

 

"The Beast, rancid in his lusts, shall rise from the ocean." 

So says the Book. But, then, who reads today?

Too much noise, infernal commotion."

 

Our book is righteous, yours an abomination.

This one is only $59.99.

Proof, for sure, of your devotion."

 

I pound the pillow, desperate for rest.

Morning will come, and I'll do my best

To believe.