Easter

by Garrett Mostowski

The world is a shadow 
in the far corner
of some dusty old tomb.

Nothing to see. Nothing to do. 
Nothing but time to think, 
play hide-and-seek. 

But when will the sun turn up? 
The bushy bushes, leafy trees?
Squirrels, birds, wildflowers, bees, raccoons? 

It can’t always be darkness;
The sun has been bound to rise.
So, after the last shadow swallows it all,

after our whispers 
swarm to into screams,
after weeping & gnashing

our teeth—
look out, here it comes—
light in the East.

Garrett Mostowski’s work has appeared in or is forthcoming from the Galway Review, Clerestory, Geez, Macrina, the Princeton Theological Review, and others. He is a second year doctoral candidate in theology and creative writing at Pittsburgh Theological Seminary. He’s co-pastor of Fort Street Presbyterian Church in downtown Detroit, Michigan.

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