.
only in myth is death an illusion
but there’s beauty in hope
and hope in myth
and myth in true profusion
………………….. *
When they came to the tomb’s stone
it was set aside as if the occupant they’d loved
had gone to breakfast with friends
leaving a folded sheet for them
and some linen strips, or not,
and a young man or angel or two
who said, Your hope’s still in the world,
go find it
……………… so their sadness left
their grief became hope
hope became myth
as word spread on myth’s wings
with hope’s breath behind it
.
Jim Culleny
Easter, 2016
Blink 