Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly
My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground,
Where gleamed the lilac-tinted Easter lily
Soft-scented in the air for yards around;

Alone, without a hint of guardian leaf!
Just like a fragile bell of silver rime,
It burst the tomb for freedom sweet and brief
In the young pregnant year at Eastertime;

And many thought it was a sacred sign,
And some called it the resurrection flower;
And I, a pagan, worshiped at its shrine,
Yielding my heart unto its perfumed power.

Easter like another day
Basketball once again

I hope silence is still sacred
Is she my silent friend?

The world is small until it isn't
That's what the band did play

A corn of wheat must die
And then? Yo no se.

                 Galway!

Carolina blue
    Eastertime too
         quiet as a clue...


                        hiddenness.