If Christ Rose From the Tomb
He thinks he may have known me, but I see
The uniform of 1943;
Dead in all but memory, alive,
He stares at me, my uncle has arrived
How strange it is to meet the dead and yet
There is no fearful sorrow or regret,
Puzzlement and slowly formed surprise –
What is death if no one ever dies?
Young as once and toughened and robust,
Dead and yet alive, composed and flushed,
Do we stand beyond the bounds of doom?
Who is dead if Christ rose from the tomb?
Pavel
October 12, 2011
