For all the alleluias

For all the alleluias 
that fall into the empty grave 
before the earth is cast down; 
alleluias that burst 
like a disappointed balloon 
upon the tongue; 
alleluias that took a wrong turn 
and never came home; 
for all of the alleluias 
that become ululations 
for the still dead 
and dying; 
alleluias gasping;  
alleluias splitting the air 
like a protest, 
like a chant; 
alleluias whispering 
over the grave 
and troubled earth.

Alleluia Cover, H.N.Werkman, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons. This post first appeared at

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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