#NaPoWriMo – day five

I wanted to write an “Easter poem.”
Something about resurrection.
 
I too often feel like a white-washed tomb.
Chiefest of sinners, me.
 
I too have found myself walking in a garden;
A single destination in mind.
 
I too have sat in stunned silence,
Shrouded in wonder, bathed in light.
 
I too have found myself in need of new words,
Another way speaking/ moving through the world.
 
I have had days of new beginnings
Emerging from the river with singing.
 
Fill my cup once more.
Remind me there is a thirst to slake.
 
Remind me that stones are worn away.
Remind of that each beautiful day.