A Poem for Sunday: A fragment of Easter

I wrote this about fifteen years ago, shortly after reading that Edgar Allen Poe occasionally wrote the middle of his poems first and then worked backwards and forwards from that central thought. Sadly, his technique did not work for me. Meant to be the centerpiece of an Easter epic, these two stanzas are instead, the complete unfinished work.

“Speak Eminence, your power is diminished,
Your time has come and Creation seals your fate,
You’ll take a place in a Hell of your devising,
And I will sow, this world with my hate.”
Christ breathed once more, his bloodied body rising,
And spoke the words of beginning, It is finished.

Satan roared and laughter rang loud from his throat:
“No, not yet finished, until I hold the throne,
They’ll come the third day to the grave with spices,
And when they do, they must not find him gone.
The die is cast, there can be no more devices.”
His laughter ceased, he would wait till then to gloat.

As always, comments are appreciated.

4 thoughts on “A Poem for Sunday: A fragment of Easter”

  1. Hi Charles. I was wondering about this line:

    “Your time has come and Creation seals your fat,”

    Did you mean to say “fate” or fat?

    I enjoyed stopping by. 😀

  2. Hi Charles. I was wondering about this line:

    “Your time has come and Creation seals your fat,”

    Did you mean to say “fate” or fat?

    I enjoyed stopping by. 😀

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