The light leaps out

I just about managed to complete my tanka series for Lent. Here are a few from the final few days.

Palm Sunday

on the approach
to the occupied city
cry hosanna
not knowing how salvation
might be torn from heaven

Monday, March 30

as shouts recede
and the temple empties
a donkey waits,
uneasy stones balanced on
his soft and naked back

Good Friday

in museums
you seek infinity
and play old games,
use knots and pieces of wood
to find a way forward

Saturday, April 4

chasing the past
across empty bridges
and up bare slopes,
you hear words spoken by streams
and tread on broken stones

Easter Sunday

stones roll away
revealing emptiness
inside the hill:
the light leaps and tumbles out
filling receptive hearts