"The Ascension" (artist unknown)‘April Fools Easter: April 1, 2018’ and Other Poetry by James A. Tweedie The Society April 1, 2018 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 6 Comments April Fools Easter: April 1, 2018 In dark Gethsemane I was betrayed By Judas’ kiss. I was arrested, tried, Found guilty, beaten, thorn-crowned, mocked, and flayed. Then nailed to the cross on which I died. My lifeless, piercéd body was deposed And quickly laid within a borrowed tomb; Enshrouded, then by sealed stone enclosed, And left to rot in Sheol’s fetid gloom. You thought me dead, and you were not mistaken. You grieved, and wondered how to eulogize A failed Christ—beloved yet forsaken— Who breathed his last before your very eyes. ___Who but a fool would mourn the dead and then ___Expect him in three days to rise again! The Skeptic: An Easter Sonnet Trilogy Part 1: Easter Morning The Sabbath day had come and gone. The rain Had stopped and I was busy on my way To work. The rising sun dispersed the gray Of night in which Jerusalem had lain. The traffic on the Joppa Road was light And, on my left, close by the Gennath Gate, I glimpsed a cross on Golgotha. So straight It stood; a symbol of death’s power and might. Some women, breathless, hurried by and said, “He’s risen! Christ is risen from the dead!” The one they crucified these three days past? These trembling women surely were deceived. The dead stay dead! So I, for one believed. Such idle words of women could not last. Part 2: The Sunday after Easter My old friend Thomas tells the strangest tale; That Jesus lives, who died a criminal. He says he’s seen him, nail holes and all. How odd this seems; like Jonah and the whale! This crazy news has cut me to the core. For what I heard those women say was true. If doubting Tom believes then I must, too. For he has never told me false before. My God! I wonder where this all will lead? For if, in fact, the dead do not stay dead, Then life has meaning far beyond the grave. Perhaps God’s gift of life and love will be Extended, by his Grace, also to me. Perhaps this risen Christ has power to save! Part 3: Several Weeks Later I saw him! Yesterday I went with Tom. He said there was something he had to share. There were at least five hundred of us there Including Jesus’ brothers and his Mom. I had to take off work to go along. We had a picnic lunch, I ate my fill. And as we sat and waited on the hill The risen Christ appeared amidst the throng. I touched him and he looked me in the eye. He asked me if for love of him I’d die? And I replied, for him my life I’d give. He smiled and laid his hands upon my head. “Take up your cross and follow me,” he said. “For if you lose your life for me, you’ll live! James A. Tweedie is a recently retired pastor living in Long Beach, Washington. He likes to walk on the beach with his wife. He has written and self-published four novels and a collection of short stories. He has several hundred unpublished poems tucked away in drawers. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. 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And sincere thanks goes to Evan for publishing the Good Friday poetry by Joseph Salemi, and these Easter morning gems today! Reply C.B. Anderson April 2, 2018 These are very solid poems, both formally and thematically, exactly what we want to see here. Reply Amy Foreman April 2, 2018 I agree with C.B. Anderson. These are well-metered and formalistically pleasing. Great job, James Tweedie. Reply James Sale April 6, 2018 Really enjoyable poems – real poems. And I have to congratulate you James on achieving a rhyme I can’t recall seeing before: Tom/Mom! I do like seeing a rhyme I never expected! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.