What we put in the basket—butter and eggs
dyed red. Horseradish and chocolates.
Candles and cured meat. All this is waiting
to be blessed. If, for forty days, you prayed
and stayed—within human means—
away from certain worldly things, then glory.
Me, I’m cranky, my prayers sound
like curses and all I can think of is candy.
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