easter 2016

icebranch

 

easter 2016

by kirsten wilson

 

any labored woman knows

the breaking forth of life

delivers pain

wounds torn and stretched

and carved

into our frame

 

sting and strain and cord and knife

we mothers still

mere years beyond

our own umbilical

birth life from

life

 

what then of resurrection

life from death

 

sudden energy and pulse

and breath

cracking a path

through hardened flesh

 

light shafts

and flaming heat

wend deep

through limbic sludge

and darkest inner parts

to solder leaden veins

force blood

to silent heart

 

what cosmic cries

tore through crucified frame

through morning sky

 

what pain

before emmaus roads

and empty tomb

and neatly folded clothes

 

when life broke forth

from death’s unlikely womb