Everyone walked about manifesting themselves.
The sad sinners bouncing around
Miserable and spreading
All one was able to do was walk about,
the delusion or pain to the extent one can ease it.
that it is allowed to be eased.
like washing a cut,
like wiping a mouth
As Jesus took Pilate as far as he could go… (and Peter and John ...and Mary...)
Who walking about is filled with peace and sureness, joy and grace? easter poem todd