Poem: “If Christ Rose From the Tomb”

If Christ Rose From the Tomb

He thinks he may have known me, but I see
The uniform of 1943;
Dead in all but memory, alive,
He stares at me, my uncle has arrived

How strange it is to meet the dead and yet
There is no fearful sorrow or regret,
Puzzlement and slowly formed surprise –
What is death if no one ever dies?

Young as once and toughened and robust,
Dead and yet alive, composed and flushed,
Do we stand beyond the bounds of doom?
Who is dead if Christ rose from the tomb?

October 12, 2011

Pavel Chichikov is a Washington DC-based poet and photographer. He has written for both the secular and the Catholic press on issues as diverse as Russian nuclear weapons systems, Olympic athletes, and miracles. His books include From Here to Babylon: Poems by Pavel Chichikov,  Lion Sun: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, Mysteries and Stations in the Manner of Ignatius, and Animal Kingdom. Pavel may be heard reading his works on catholicradiointernational.com and on pavelreads.com. His poetry regularly appears on "The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov."