Easter
by
Wendy Hall
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Word, myth of myth
source of all words
Upon your descent into Pit of Pits
primal screams coughed worlds into rebirth
Ever-animate, now, glows just beneath the surface release
brilliance when touched with
love once asleep in nature
Moving now on this resonant earth we make our
own descent and animate future worlds
Words become Worlds
Time’s gift to us, but passed on quickly so
it stays a gift
We cannot die
but freezing contains an anguish more
horrible than dying ever was
And Death is the world’s best kept secret
©1986 Wendy Hall
Musician/poet Wendy Hall's many interests include Ham radio and deep space. In order keep her anxiety levels up to par she has been known to fly radio-control model helicopters. She splits her time between Los Angeles and Reno and can be reached at wendyhall2000[AT]earthlink.net (replace [AT] with @).