Easter
After sacrifice comes much rejoicing.
That's the message I remember most,
but my childhood mind struggled
to reconcile the myth
of the rabbit
and the carpenter's tale.
Both steeped in unlikely generosity,
mysterious concealment,
and jubilant discovery,
the stories overlapped
like the particolored reeds
that made my basket.
The language of it, too, confounded:
One dyed eggs and hid
them in the bushes;
the other died
for my still unimagined sins.
©2001 L.A. Smith.
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