Apologetics

I apologize in advance
for my errant theology,
but I must come clean.

I must confess
that when
Easter morning dawns,
I will not be lit up
with what I now
believe to be
misplaced gratitude
that God
was somehow placated
and decided not to
execute me for my
unoriginal sins,
because his firstborn
was executed instead.

No! God forbid
that unwitting
twisted tale, or
so it seems to me.

Instead,
I will be awash
in joy, laughing at
the ungodly notion
that death’s sting
could survive an
avalanche of love
that buried an empty,
useless tomb in
endless victory.