THE EASTER EPIPHANY

My haughty spirit arrived,

In a long hall, All white;

Blinding self and wiping the smirk

Long etched in the granite heart of mine

Infront of me was a king-

For he was enthroned,
 with an endless entourage

Yet I doubted.

For my eyes could not behold

That from which the hosts hid their visage.
 this king, was naked

And his crown uncomf’table

 it dug into his scalp and shed red rays.

Yet his serene countenance sought

To comfort me for his pain.

His regal gait was unaffected

By the fresh wounds that bled

And dropped stains on the snow-white floor,

I watched it meander to form branches

Exending farther than my sight.

I was broken.

His eyes were a pool of fresh life

When our gaze met.

Yet his hosts could not lift theirs

His trembling hands handed me

A chalice of the purest gold

stained by his sticky prints of blood

His fingers too bruised and crooked

To have a firm grip.

I took it mechanically for I’d become

A lump of shivers.

He spoke in a resounding voice
 from the beginning of time

“I saved it for you,

For the health of your body,

Even your spirit and soul.

Make it count.”

With trembling hands I pass on

The chalice with the savior’s blood

That the next person might be saved.