Sunday, 12 April 2009
Easter poetry, Steve Turner style.
Happy Easter one and all. Isn't it great, those of you who share my faith, to think about the fact that people in every corner of the world have been celebrating the resurrection of Jesus today? Actually I think most of them must have been in our church as we ran out of seats and some of us had to sit in an improvised overflow area. Good problem to have, though. Incidentally the headless boy in the foreground of the second of these photos is my son. I'm so proud.
Here are two Easter poems from Steve Turner, my favourite poet, even better than Ogden Nash.
The Cast of Christmas Reassembles For Easter
Take the wise men to the Emperor's palace.
Wash their hands in water.
Get them to say something about truth.
Does anyone know any good Jewish jokes?
The one about a carpenter
who thought he was a King?
The one about the Saviour
who couldn't save himself?
The shepherds should stand with the chorus.
They have a big production number -
'Barabbas, We Love You Baby'.
Mary? She can move to the front.
We have a special section reserved
for family and close friends.
Tell her that we had to cut the manger up.
We needed the wood for something else.
The star I'm afraid I can't use.
There are no stars in this show.
The sky turns black with sorrow.
The earth shakes with terror.
Hold on to the frankincense.
We'll need that for the garden scene.
Angels? He could do with some angels.
He could really do with some angels.
Step this way please.
My! How you've grown!
- and -
Poem for Easter
What came first
Easter or the egg?
Three days in a tomb
or four days
Bank Holiday Monday).
When is a door
not a door?
When it is rolled away.
When is a body
not a body?
When it is a risen.
Why was it the Saviour rode on the cross?
To get us
to the other side.
Behold I stand.
Behold I stand and what?
Behold I stand at the door and