Poetry list
easter descent
inside all our
good news lies
the pain the
cost we don’t
want to know
that is the not
so hollow truth
but there is
another – of
he who died
the friday death
to leave the
nailed tree
and go yet
darker lower
retrieving all
the lost the
souls of detritus
time and lift
them by love
into love and
teach us who
breath to care
and see to be
and do to
live the dying
life whose
power to raise
knows no
bounds
© Neil Thompson 2025