Paschal Lamb

Poetry can open our hearts and minds to worship the Lord during the Easter season.

Paschal Lamb

They’ve bared your sweet-clovered belly —
you … who knelt near still waters, and
slept in lush pastures.
Without blemish, he said, and
you were herded home,
high-stepping our muddy streets
with feigned concern.

Winsome, you charmed us, but
your blood was more precious —
we’ve killed for less.
And so we wipe warm, sticky masses of it,
red-wash our splintered doorways and
stick-out-our-tongues
at the angel of death.

—Judith L. Roth