Sunday, April 16, 2006

An Easter Hymn

"Holy Shit," said grandma Dean for the third time in her life.
And while it wasn't Hallelujah, it may as well have been,
because this morning, for the first time in seven years,
the stones on the driveway are crunching under the weight
of grandpa Dean's white Ford pick-up.

And while she's heard these sounds before,
this morning there actually is a white Ford pick-up in her driveway.
And its windows are down.
And grandpa Dean is driving.
And sweating.
And singing along with Hank Williams on the radio.


"Wake up sleeping beauties and brush away that dirt from your eyes,
it's making you look old."


When we say
"we believe in the resurrection of the dead,"
do we mean
"we believe in eternal soul parties"
or, do we mean
"that body is getting up on out of the ground."

Because these mean very different things.


At 4/20/2006 7:32 PM, Blogger Liza said...

I like this, Jake.

At 5/01/2006 2:33 PM, Blogger wholegrain said...

it's dead.


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