Here endeth the lesson
They might have said
On closing up the tomb
Enclosed the dead
Here put to sleep
Shut up and rendered dumb
The lovely life
The word of kingdom come
Here darkness reigns supreme
The world outside
Pays no attention
Lives in its own pride
And on a slab of stone
A body cold
Spices and a shroud
The story told
His was a voice
It drew the crowds so near
His was a touch
To heal what we hold dear
In his eyes
The truth was plainly seen
Now crucified
Was it all a dream?
A woman holds a picture of her son
Tortured murdered
Brains blown with a gun
Mary at the cross I see the pain
Tears run down
I’ll never weep again
Then out from darkened rock
The Lord of light
Rises from the terrors of the night
I close my eyes in sleep
Expecting dawn
It surely comes
As true as Easter morn
Brian Fahy
16 April 2022
Erris Poetry 