LET ME SHOW YOU EOSTRE:

Let me show you Eostre,

Of running streams & new emerald moss,

Not of crucifixion’s bloody splintered cross,

Of white clad Druids, in their chanting woods,

Not of whipping penitents, in their Easter hoods.

 

Let me show you Eostre,

Of new hares gamboling, over blue lupine fields,

Not of crying tears, nor of dogma´s triste spiels,

Of new roots, eggs, sprouts & of all growing life,

Not of death, pain, nor of resentful, sinning strife.

 

Let me show you Eostre,

Of glad celebrations, around joyful maypole´s song,

Not the preaching, of all that is so sinfully wrong,

Of merrybegots begat, beneath full romantic moons,

Not of the wailing & groaning, of those doleful tunes.

 

Let me show you Eostre,

Of stories from Ancestors & their old legends told,

Not of any soul, for pieces of silver, once sadly sold,

Of love, happiness & giving new season, joyful wings,

Let me show you Eostre, where the soul sweetly sings.