Poem for April 4th

Easter Saturday

 

that space

between lost and found

after doubt creeps in

before hope sprouts again

when darkest night

leans gently on the dawn

 

that space

when the border bleeds

between love and need

when notes are more than sound

but less than song

 

that space

slivered between no and yes

when the ashes of yesterday’s dreams

begin to feed the promise of tomorrow

our soulprints crystalize

ready to catch the rays of the Son