Easter Triptych The sunsets over door-posts fade to gloom as praise and wailing mingle in one song. Now free to follow God through fire and cloud, we gaze beyond the serpent-sceptered priest, who broke and crushed himself in that dark room and garden, who with bruised heel tread upon the crown; who shouldered exile for the crowd condemning him in our redemption feast, which finished with sunrise breaking from the tomb, with gnashing teeth and hallelujahs drawn at once from every mouth unwound of shroud— we squint, cold faces lightening from the east.
Easter Triptych
Easter Triptych The sunsets over door-posts fade to gloom as praise and wailing mingle in one song. Now free to follow God through fire and cloud, we gaze beyond the serpent-sceptered priest, who broke and crushed himself in that dark room and garden, who with bruised heel tread upon the crown; who shouldered exile for the crowd condemning him in our redemption feast, which finished with sunrise breaking from the tomb, with gnashing teeth and hallelujahs drawn at once from every mouth unwound of shroud— we squint, cold faces lightening from the east.