Re-wind: a Poem for Easter Monday

Editor’s Note:  This guest post is by Adam, a senior at Petra Academy. Adam wrote this poem partly in response to W. B. Yeats’s “Byzantium.”  Yeats’s poem uses an image of an unraveling mummy to symbolize his version of salvation–a soul freed from the restricting bonds of the physical, set free from the “fury and mire of human veins.”

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:

Re-wind

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.