What I thought when I streamed Easter mass

by Jeanne Farnan

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