Easter Beckons
Come buds, birds, brilliant sun, blossoms all
Fair Spring is here to greet all souls as one
New notes sound forth from birds as harmonies waft
Gone the bleak winter with its chill and rain dark skies
Come are the spring lambs with twitching tails
New buds break forth to charm the eye with blossoms fair
The cheeks of chubby babes soak in the sun aloft their stroller craft
Moms chatter about the joy of giving new life
New life, resurrection’s legacy, hope spun soft in spider’s web
The scholar’s imagination soars amidst the cherry blossom’s bloom
There’s more to this human frame than mud shaped into motion
Signs of transcendence capture one’s dreams of what might be
Garden soil is stirred for seed to come and die, to give new life
Easter beckons Mary at empty tomb where once her Lord lay motionless
Darkness has been replaced by light so bright it hurts the eye
Doubts of disciples are washed from bloodshot orbs
Angst replaced by sudden joy as mysterious figure finds his way through wall
It’s a new world to discover, a new paradigm to ponder, eternity in time.
Malcolm Guite
He blesses every love which weeps and grieves
And now he blesses hers who stood and wept
And would not be consoled, or leave her love’s
Last touching place, but watched as low light crept
Up from the east. A sound behind her stirs
A scatter of bright birdsong through the air.
She turns, but cannot focus through her tears,
Or recognise the Gardener standing there.
She hardly hears his gentle question ‘Why,
Why are you weeping?’, or sees the play of light
That brightens as she chokes out her reply
‘They took my love away, my day is night’
And then she hears her name, she hears Love say
The Word that turns her night, and ours, to Day
N.T. Wright Did Jesus Rise from the Dead?
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