Easter

by

Wendy Hall

Word, myth of myth

source of all words

Upon your descent into Pit of Pits

primal screams coughed worlds into rebirth

Ever-animate, now, glows just beneath the surface release

brilliance when touched with

love once asleep in nature

Moving now on this resonant earth we make our

own descent and animate future worlds

Words become Worlds

Time’s gift to us, but passed on quickly so

it stays a gift

We cannot die

but freezing contains an anguish more

horrible than dying ever was

And Death is the world’s best kept secret

 

©1986 Wendy Hall

 

Musician/poet Wendy Hall's many interests include Ham radio and deep space. In order keep her anxiety levels up to par she has been known to fly radio-control model helicopters. She splits her time between Los Angeles and Reno and can be reached at wendyhall2000[AT]earthlink.net (replace [AT] with @).

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