Standing in my living room I could see
Every marbled detail on the open expanse
Where usually a crowd would be
Save for the deadly circumstance
At the far end of St. Peter’s church,
stands a man in white, the pope
What look he gives the wooden cross!
What once gave death, but now gives hope
This year, we see the Easter story
Playing out before our eyes,
The contagion is the cross of Christ
He walks with us, he suffers, dies,
But in this darkness, we hold the hope
That we, like Him, will also rise
