An Easter Ode


The serpent came out of the abyss
For a little while to keep track of his infirmities on the most unholy of lands. Oh Providence!
That we have to suffer the glare of his hatred,
That we like children abandoned have to cower from his presence.

But the serpent still is.
Save us dear Heaven.
Our time is finite and,
we are afraid of the hydra.
Save us from treachery.
And from this gloomiest of terrors, escape us.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

Create a free website or blog at

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: