By Mark Kodama


Specters from the past haunt my nights,

Sitting silently at the Easter feast.

Those once hosts are now guests;

They eat no meat but only watch.

They do not speak but only listen.

I do not fear these familiar faces.

But know I will join them soon,

For life and death like memories are timeless.

They too have risen from the dead,

To be with us on this holy day.

Long gone are the misunderstandings,

And the simmering animosities,

But only the love and longing,

To laugh together once again.

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