The Resurrection, of course, defies any such escapist visions of salvation. Easter makes the physical world eminently important. Adam’s poem reverses Yeats’s metaphor of “unwinding” to voice a prayer for Easter Monday:
When all unwound my bobbin be
And every Fate should say “Enough.”
When Clotho should turn weaving-weary,
And Atropos call her bluff,
When I am spent and all is done,
Then let the gift of Sunday’s power,
That in the tomb unwound the Son,
So too unwind me in my hour,
And let my thread be wound anew
To fill the spools of those I knew.
Read more of Adam’s poetry on his blog.