easter 2016



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



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


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s