Spirit Victorious

And so his spirit
With exquisite grace
Rose to become every atom
Of what ever was
And ever shall be
In so doing became
A Cosmic force of love
That formed two bolts
One struck the stone
Opened the tomb
Recreating the wrecked corpse
Of the young rabbi to a living
Entity defying natural law
Conferring life eternal on
All who love unflinchingly
The other struck a screaming
Horror filled Mammon
With the sting of everlasting death
And the promise of the same to
Those who worship at his
Filthy throne

Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-04-12 at 13:22

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May we all learn to love, unflinchingly, unstintingly, and even "madly"! Thank you for this Easter poem.

And yes, the Mammon-worshippers, truly a "filthy throne."