Today marks the beginning of Passion Week, when Christians remember the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus. Last year, I wrote a poem called “Easter Sun,” which is made up of three haiku. “Easter Sun” will be part of a book coming out this year called Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs.
Easter Sun
Rays outstretched in the
agony of setting, the
sun bleeds on the hills.
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Twilight’s ghost hovers,
then is swallowed, sealed beneath
darkened, rolling hills.
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Rays crown the dawn and
spread warm hands toward earth, which bursts
in blooms and birdsong.
A Wandering Minstrel 