SOME OF MY POEMS

© Guido Pagliarino

FIRST EASTER’S DAWN

In front of the

still hidden and dark grave,

a robin aspen…

Gloriously,

His duty accomplished,

– how much relief

and sweetness of His New Flesh! – ⁽¹⁾

simply He folds his own cloth,

He leaves the sudarium and

relics lying on the ground,

like a humblest sign

for the men who will

believe by heart

…above the now empty,

silent grave,

the robin  very high  trill! ⁽²⁾

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⁽¹⁾ His glorified Body which, at first, was unrecognizable to those He knew.

⁽²⁾ According to a legend, in the day of the Crucifixion a sparrow alighted on the Cross of Christ. A drop of the Holy Blood fell on the bird, which became the robin. I imagine this robin, in front of the grave, waiting for the Resurrection and, after, flights and trills when Jesus rises again.