good friday

they say its all about love

(it, i suppose, being life)

love and peace and understanding.

not just any love

rather, that unattached, benevolent

fierce revolutionary love

the joy of early morning larks rising

the grace of the dying after living well

the promise

the reality

of rebirth.

The thing about rebirth

is that first you have to die.

There are so many deaths

the passing of fathers and wives

of friendship and lovers and promises

of flowers and pets and my brother

the dream.

What if all this

is just about getting out of the way

getting out of the way

so that love can come through.

Keeping it simple:

When he hit me

with truth

I was stunned.

When he knocked me around

with honesty

I froze.

When the time came

for the next part of me to die

I was shocked into

silence

Even though I had told the Light

That I was ready

that I wanted

Love

to run through me like a river

Service

to be my surname

Integrity

to be my bread and butter

Communion

to be my every day

Passion

to act itself out in my daily play.

I hadn't quite realised (recalled)

How much

Death

hurts.