Arise #HappyEaster

Happy Easter to all my readers. We celebrate the greatest miracle of our existence, a symbol of hope as we witness one of the greatest tragedies of our generation. Pick up your heart, somebody needs it now, and also tomorrow...hope never dies.


Rise from the squalor of the promise of death. 
Your wrongs hold you down like ladders fallen 
To the ground, broken, crying. 
The stone off your back rolls to the ground; 
Your shoulder speaks out-of-breath to your brain, 
And mixed with stress, the message is amplified. 
Let it roll to the ground, this is a new day. 

"Mother, behold, I make all things new". 
Mother torn trying to grip the wind on its 
Way to the mountains. 
How do you hold the wind? How do you hold fear? 
How much pain can one mortal vessel hold
In drips of blood on stone, and gasps for 
Air on wood standing in stone? 

All things are new. 
Behold, the rainbow
Shoots an arrow of renewal past the sunlit
Perfumed clouds. It's all so beautiful that I 
forget the nails, the thorns. The rungs of 
This ladder lead to a new height. 

Rise from the parlor, and celebrate far away
From family and friends. The electrons will 
Bring your elation all the way: 
It's resurrection time. 
Do this today; tomorrow we'll all be back to our 
Day to day. 

(c) nyonglema