Easter

an #improv #poem

By Stan Stewart spontaneously composed early on an Easter Sunday morning

Copyright © 2023 by Stan Stewart and muz4now, inc.  All rights reserved.

I’m supposed to feel joyous. I don’t. What happened to that sense of new life; and the hope for change inside myself, and around the world?

The excuse center in my brain goes into high output and finds any number of external events, factors, and people to blame it on. Bad presidents, bad precedents, and bad predicaments are all lined up in my imagination,

ready for a firing squad that never arrives. And in the vacuum of that non-arrival I am compelled to explore my own

culpability. Is it possible that my own behavior or negligence have led to my melancholy and worry? Could it be that external factors

on which, on whom I want to place blame might not carry full responsibility? It’s true that the world has changed just as it always has. But this weighty sense of heaviness and death that is so present to me is mine.

This might seem ominous to some, but to me this knowing brings a sensation of hope: For knowing this,  perhaps I can replace this inner death with some version of resurrection.

Copyright © 2023 by Stan Stewart and muz4now, inc.  All rights reserved.