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This poem was written on Easter Day and simply gives the Easter Message – all is well.

In grey dawns, I hold it. In grey noontides, again I take this undesired, persistent telescope

to scan the deep horizons of my own being. Where are the stars, or maybe, just maybe, even suns.

But dark, shrouding clouds close down on meaner images, drab moorlands, muddied fields, confused contours, or at best
an ordinariness of landscape, unilluminated, altogether
an apology for mis-spent life.

But suddenly, gently, quietly,
the telescope is removed
from my faltering hands. Someone has taken it from me, turned it, turned it around.
Now from some unknown source like sunrise from the east

a slanting light appears,
dimly at first, a copper glow, the stronger, richer, warmer, spreading like peaceful fire,
a golden alchemy
that turns the mud to star dust.

None of this is my doing, So whose hands hold it now, this upturned telescope?

I do not know, yet know.
I also know that I
can lie down safely now, and sleep in joy and peace.

Monica Ditmas
from her book of poetry 'One Bird Flying' published by Anima Poetry Press