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Sunday, 8 April 2012
Questions for Easter Sunday Morning
What if the stone had moved itself -
the question Hugh MacDiarmid posed
(but chose to place it on our lips,
not having thought it through himself)?
The ultimate? Impossible?
The resurrection we await? *
What if all true? What would that change?
That Nature can suspend its laws -
so science, man's great edifice,
is doomed to tumble into dust?
What kind of resurrection, that?
What dead ideas are raised to life?
If stone and other minerals
could stir themselves, be animate...
perhaps they have such force innate...
perhaps there's something in the world
that holds them back from their true selves,
that works against this broader Life.
And was it that this anti-life
was shaken into disarray
by Christ's three cataclysmic days?
The rending of the temple veil
had marked the end of ritual law.
Earthquakes, the rending of the rocks
and total darkness all conspire
to plant the thought that maybe there
were some laws in abeyance then,
and other laws as natural
as those we know came into play -
and might again, come the right day.
*See here (The quote come near the end of the poem.)