Do not go quiet into Easter Day.
Go with loud crashings and whoops.
Go with gulls a-screech
and plashing dolphins and
go as a chosen one into the sea.
Go with a man whom you trust to dip you down to the tide
and raise you again.
Hold hands in a circle,
and go with those people to the next part of your life.
This day is not meant for quiet,
but for mad tintinnabulation in the soul.
The bells that still can ring, ring for thee.
There is time for hushed thoughts and silent minding,
but now, in this unquiet Easter,
let the raucous world ring in a newness
that is as old as Perseus’ old, deep note.