Ed Northen, former firefighter, current Nordic patrolman and fly fishing guide and poet extraordinaire, just finished this new Easter poem.

Easter Walk

I wander through a cemetery
among the sepulchers
where the dead are encased

Among edifices of angels
crosses
stone markers
etched with epitaphs

memories
of lives lived
lost
of hope in something more

This is the home
of the dead
even strong desires
heroic efforts
cannot bring them back

Two become one flesh
and live out their long years

A son or daughter
sacrificed to a war

A child lost
to accident or illness

This is the country
of our mortality
our final resting

Until corruptible
becomes incorruptible
until hope buried
is no longer contained

Until the graves
and the sea
give up their dead

Until the earth
and heavens split
and paradigms are obliterated

Until resurrection