Easter Life
Proudly he shows his egg
dyed greenly-blue--
a small earth
of continents and seas
enclosed in his palm.
Child, you hold a world:
beneath colored surface
the boiled skin glistens whitely,
encircling a sterile yolk--
a life once possible.
Your life, mine--
all life possible,
enclosed in His palm
because,
as sun peeps between hills
the whitened stone yields,
revealing His deserted tomb.
Copyright 2010 by Susanne Barrett
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