(A short poem reflecting on resurrection and our being reborn through God’s saving grace)

Friday’s embryonic stasis,

Be-laboured breathing,

Diaphragm heaving.

“I thirst”

“It is finished”

Darkness, the final act!


And yet, the curtain rises

Torn in two.

History surges forward

Thrusting into Saturday’s

Penal visitation,

Liberty and emancipation:

“Fling wide the gates!”


Sunday, this one day,

Now everyday

We are resurrection children!


Steve Carter – Feb 2019