Christchurch

A Parable for Easter

Then it rained. They seemed to have been walking for hours. Flowers followed and faced their feet from all sides. Wheat pricked its ears at their passing and whispered of the staff of life which leant on its winnowing. Life in stagnant pools of the memory made crimson mirrors in their common mind. A tree with love carved crudely in its side stood sadly and they stepped aside to tread the track that twisted to avoid it. Luke layed Maggie, off the beaten track, in his limited train of thought. Maggle felt they would so n make it; that the mystery would soon take shape and sing its sweet song in the dead centre of this man-made park. A broken bird lay dead before them, its beak and wings half-opened. A broken bird lay dead before them, its beak and wings half-opened. Maggie felt they would so n make it; that the mystery would soon take shape and sing its sweet song in the dead centre of this man-made park. Luke layed Maggie, off the beaten track, in his limited train of thought. A tree with love carved crudely in its side stood sadly and they stepped aside to tread the track that twisted to avoid it. Life in stagnant pools of the memory made crimson mirrors in their common mind. Wheat pricked its ears at their passing and whispered of the staff of life which leant on its winnowing. Flowers followed and faced their feet from all sides. They seemed to have been walking for hours, Then it rained.

Colin Bell