The Day after Easter
Today the tomb is empty, the fridge full:
Rare lamb, green beans, potatoes in plastic bags,
The remains of yesterday’s moveable feast.
When a gathered family, pilgrims and exiles,
Weary from work and travel and churchgoing,
Held hands, gave thanks, tucked into the meal:
Meat and mint jelly, fine red wine, a homemade torte,
And flaky baklava from the St George’s Greek pastry sale.
Glad to be alive, glad to be together,
Glad to celebrate the promise of new life,
And the hope of other such days and such feasts.
Richard L. Floyd, 2013