. . . a celebration of absence, the narrow shift
between dark and dawn, alleluias found
in a crevasse of infinite light.
–Excerpt from “Easter Vigil” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Evansville Review.
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Tagged Christ, Easter, Easter Vigil, empty tomb, Holy Saturday, Jesus, Paschal vigil, Resurrection
The sky bleeds strawberries
over the Lancashire hills
on Holy Saturday night.
Churches spire their Gothic hopes
heavenward, awaiting Resurrection
among red clouds, nudging the night
into silver . . .
–Excerpt from “Easter Vigil” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Evansville Review.
Posted in Books, Journals, Poems
Tagged Easter, Easter in England, Holy Saturday, Paschal vigil, vigil of Easter
