Second Sunday of Easter
- Acts 4:32-35
- Psalm 133
- 1 John 1:1–2:2
- John 20:19-31
Black
The driven leaves are gone
and skeletal woods are rising from the dead
to clothe the black with flesh again.
Spilt ink on a blank page:
ragged black clouds feather downward,
diminishing the white sky.
Suffering gives birth to happiness, happiness
to suffering. Separately, they are black ink
on black paper or white on white.
The evil and the good define each other.
They love one another as pure black ink
loves the purity of whiteness.
Like all opposites, black and white
produce each other, imply each other
and conceptually are yoked together.
April 11, 2021
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