Easter

posted April 12, 2009

I called through your door,
“The mystics are gathering
in the street. Come out!”

“Leave me alone.
I’m sick.”

“I don’t care if you’re dead!”
Jesus is here, and he wants
to resurrect somebody!”
-Rumi

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