In unseen Saturday silence
Petals unfurl,
Mute trumpets crying out
With rolled-away stone:
"Take hope! Take heart!
Why do you seek the living among the dead?
He is not here; He is risen!
"Your trust, your toil, the promise are not vain.
Death will be swallowed up in victory.
This body of death,
This broken life,
This night of tears are not the end.
"At last trumpet's fanfare
Dead shall be raised,
Dustless,
Deathless,
Glorious."
White heralds soundless sound:
"Christ has died;
Christ is risen;
Christ will come again."
Hallelujah!
When [Jesus] came near the place where the road goes down the Mount of Olives, the whole crowd of disciples began joyfully to praise God in loud voices for all the miracles they had seen:
“Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord!”
“Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!”
Some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to Jesus, “Teacher, rebuke your disciples!”
“I tell you,” he replied, “if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.”
(Luke 19:37-40, NIV)
