Two Poems | 'Resurrection' & 'I Lazarus'

Resurrection

What became of the many others like us
That first Easter morning
Who stared out the back windows of their houses
With blank cups of coffee in their hands
And saw nothing but overcast skies and leafless trees
And weeping weather that mourned for Spring
And did not hear a knock at the door
Or receive a telephone call
From a recently deceased loved one
Or pass Him along the road to an ancient city
Or see the sun rise up from a hole in the earth
Like Hosanna

 

I Lazarus

What could I make of the grass
But a gate to the skies
Looking up
Clouds floating by
Like the shapes of the dead ones
As radiant as angels
And when I opened the earth
Their tombs were all empty
My mother and father
The first to speak
Come here son
O how we missed you
All I could do was weep

Published in the February 6, 2015 issue: 
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Stephen Rybicki is a poet and reference librarian at Macomb Community College, and lives in Romeo, Michigan.

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