The heavens a chandelier crystal swaying just above my head
The play room is now
Art gallery, prayer loft, tomb, and bed--
I find the porch
in bathrobe and peony pajamas
and await the sunrise--
"He is risen" I write on the slate
The week is bright;
I shall wear white--
The church bells ring and gong
The swallows are in on the song
The air is thin--
Pink clouds reflect on the window pane
Jesus is finally out of trouble
I blow bubbles--
