Tenebrae
Contemplate
pured pitch, the heart beat
ebbing, stilled,
our earth's quake,
one candle to foreshadow
from death the rising.
Paschal Candle
Vigilance
through night, fire kindles
one white light
our light joins
in his presence, our voices
releasing to song.
© 2011 Maureen E. Doallas
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together waiting
And it begins. Beautiful Easter poems, Maureen.
Words to compliment the contemplative.
Words to compliment the contemplative.
Your Easter poems have touched my heart deeply.
I think I must really be ready for Easter, Maureen. I particularly like the Paschal Candle poem.
Waiting with. Tomorrow the stone rolls away. Such wonder.
moving words.
well done.
A beautiful piece for Holy Saturday the lighting of candles and of soul ...for a glorious Easter Sunday...bkm
Thank you very much for your Easter poems. You've gotten a lot of meaning into a very few words!
I pray that you may see the signs of Easter in your life every day, and not just one day on the liturgical calendar!
(I had hoped to post an Easter message on my blog, but instead was asked to help out a teacher friend by creating a graphic to frame the photo of her class.)
"in his presense our voices releasing to song"...never thought of the releasing before, but it happens. Beautiful.
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