A Poem for Easter

Is Silence a wounding
offered through prayer
to the Who am I —
in the stillness of words
mysteriously placed upon the heart
which weighs —
before resting them on the tongue,
then carried secretly
through the sorrow
of frail human tears as they fall
into the divine Nothingness
the under-world
from which the sun rises —
and the whispering wet waves touch
this sheltering forgiving darkness
as it tenderly awakens
to the dawn.


Ted McNamara