in the shallows
of existence
the wildest blossom dreams
of souls returned
as witness to this day

a virgin amaryllis –
an Easter white bouquet
reminders of a stone
once rolled away

worry not for death
within a garden
strewn with grace
forgiven now the depths
of our demise

what blessings
purge the sinful heart –
of debt already paid
– were not the fall
o’ershadowed
by the rise

. . .