Easter

Easter.

Tall spires,
unshakable and made of grey stone.
Gilded blue and silver against the setting sun.

Gold and white,
the curtains of God’s palace.
His table made immaculate in order to invite the filthy.

Easter-tide alleluia,
lost amongst ecstasy.
Parting the darkness with long notes of the Gloria.

Colorless,
sanctified water and fragrant chrism.
They douse the head in order to make me sapient.

Sapience,
O happy fault, which makes us saved
- and me savable.

Faith, fidelity,
be one and the same.
Unsurpassed by time.

Cloak my frail humanity in strength.
Divine light,revelation of that, which is greater.
Drips and pours over my frame