Saturday, April 3, 2010


(Photo by by TJ Dixon & James Nelson)

There are moments when I love you as I ever did
As if all the changes drop away and we stand
In the same room again, surprise overrun
By joy. I cross to you and kiss your face
We pull each other in. This is more
Than memory or longing, this is true
This is what I tell children is true

Love exists outside our spark and thrum
It is not bound by time, it has no mass
And yet it floods the reaches
Let it come

© Maggie Jochild
written 28 January 2005, 4:45 a.m.

[Old English Ēostre (also Ēastre) and Old High German Ôstarâ are the names of an ancient goddess whose month and rituals were hijacked and deliberately supplanted by the Christian festival of Easter.]


little gator said...

Some christians still know this and refuse to use the word Easter when referring to their feast of the Ressurection.

Anonymous said...

what a beautiful poem