Flowers at Pascha

​At a side altar, the Golgotha
Mary, her veil at her eyes
​and John, head bowed
the beloved Christ and the sun and moon dissmayed.

​A woman approached with a glass vase

of spring flowers.
​Tulips, lipstick red, orange and sun yellow
​their hearts dark, black and golden stamens
and the thick fleshy leaves
​standing up among the blooms.
​The orange tulips hung down over the lip
of the vase, a prostration
​their petals sharp and pointed.
The water was cool and transparent
​for stems green and slender.
She brought in a vase of light, of air, of freshness.
​She brought in a vase of courage, of joy, of tragedy
and brokenness.

​They blazed and called out to the faithfull

to look, to revel in the beauty of the world.
​She placed them between two sober pots
that held twin orchids, white, angelic blooms.

​They stood guard, their white faces flat and open.

Large and round, suspended on curved stems
​and dark shield-like leaves, close to the pots.
The orchids pure, like meditative souls, bowed
​to their worldly sisters.
Those grave angels, their hearts lightened by the fire of tulips,