A Poem for April

I feel I must contribute one of my favorite poems given that it is national poetry month.
This is from W.H. Auden, one of my favorite poets, perhaps because he always seems to tell the truth of what he is feeling or believing.

From "Friday's Child", a poem about the existence of God and the significance of Good Friday, and a tribute to Dietrich Bonhoeffer, an excerpt:

Since the analogies are rot
Our senses based belief upon,
We have no means of learning what
Is really going on,

And must put up with having learned
All proofs or disproofs that we tender
Of His existence are returned
Unopened to the sender.

Now, did He really break the seal
And rise again? We dare not say;
But conscious unbelievers feel
Quite sure of Judgement Day.

Meanwhile, a silence on the cross,
As dead as we shall ever be,
Speaks of some total gain or loss,
And you and I are free

To guess from the insulted face
Just what Appearances He saves
By suffering in a public place
A death reserved for slaves.