By John Updike Make no mistake: if He rose at allit was as His body;if the cells’ dissolution did not reverse, the moleculesreknit, the amino acids rekindle,the Church will fall. It was not as the flowers,each soft Spring recurrent;it was not as His Spirit in the mouths and fuddledeyes of the eleven apostles;it was as …
A dead man’s dream
by Carl Wendell Hines Jr. Now that he is safely dead, Let us praise him. Build monuments to his glory. Sing Hosannas to his name. Dead men make such convenient heroes. For they cannot rise to challenge the images That we might fashion from their lives. It is easier to build monuments Than to build …
Love’s as warm as tears
An Easter poem by C. S. Lewis: Love’s as warm as tears,Love is tears:Pressure within the brain,Tension at the throat,Deluge, weeks of rain,Haystacks afloat,Featureless seas betweenHedges, where once was green Love’s as fierce as fire, 
Love is fire:All sorts–Infernal heatClinkered with greed and pride, 
Lyric desire, sharp-sweet,Laughing, even when denied, 
And that empyreal flame 
Whence …
We haunt our aisles
wheeled sardines purr disgorging economic units sale ends Sunday registers quiver bags take their silent prey and halls of mirrors groan coins rest in a dampened palm beneath her fingernails gold coffee grit bearing the price of suburban peace and absent joy we haunt our aisles © 2014 Rod Benson
An Easter poem by Steve Turner
Have you ever wondered why shops often feature nativity scenes in the lead-up to Christmas, but not crucifixion scenes at Easter? Poet Steve Turner has thought about this, and here’s what he had to say. Christmas is reallyfor the children.Especially for childrenwho like animals, stables,stars and babies wrappedin swaddling clothes.Then there are wise men,kings in …
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