PS: Read this like it’s an Old Testament reading from the lectern.
Ishtar (pronounced ‘Easter’)
Then she shall walk again these fields byzantine,
Processing, her long cloak in train,
Converting sods to grasses green,
Refreshened, the gay and sprouting flowers
Will unfurl their faces to the singing and the dance
Of bounding rabbits loping forth in herds uncounted,
While newly hatched of this mornings’ gathered eggs,
Her precocious feathered broods will peck away
The seasons passing sands from the rising eyes
Of Gaia as she wakes
You men of barren Winter,
You women of Lenten fasts,
Know now;
Her breasts, naked, brimming, fully laden,
Will pour forth an abundance, a fountain of resurrection,
As shall she, a plow in the furrow of gray desolation’s wane,
Give earth suckle with so fertile and pure a fine white rain
That even the condemned old bones of Golgatha
Shall gather, reassemble and rise to follow her,

And of life born again so precious, so anew
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