A pysanka poem worth sharing

A pysanka poem worth sharing. This one shared by my late mother, who was an avid follower of publications by Redeemer's Voice Press. I recall my mother’s bedside reading of anything published by Redeemer’s Voice Press, Yorkton, SK. She shared this poem by George Perejda, CSSR published in an Easter edition of a periodical. Note the double entendre of dyeing and dying. I’ve had to type very carefully and avoid spell-check for this one.

Pysanka—A Writing

What a lesson is the pysanka,

fragile holy scripture,

faithful writing of the people of God:

the egg and the ego

the shell and the self

the egg-sample and the egg-sistence

—the coloring and the colorfulness

that dying in Christ give to my meaningfulness.

The mystery of the egg—the mystery of the ego.

Resurrection: rising from the dyeing,

rising from the baptism, in Christ’s colors;

the living waters that transform

and give my life such colorfulness,

so that with Paul I can break out

of the shell of self (or ego) and say:

I live now, not I or ego, but Christ

lives in me.

And I live in Christ,

dyed in His vivid colors,

which gives so much more meaning to my ego, to the egg of my self.

So—egg me on, O Bard

Dye and Try me!

Color me with krasa:

with red and green and blue and yellow

and orange and purple.

Make evident your designs upon me!

Make me an egg-sample of your Good News,

of your living and dying,

so that I can bear witness

and be your apostle, proclaiming

by my egg-sistence:

“Come, follow me!

Be imitators of me, be images of me,

as I am of Christ.

Learn of me, of my egg-sample,

as I have learned of Christ

the fulfillment of living and dying

colorfully in Christ!”

Amen.

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