Sunday, April 12, 2020

Easter Lily: A Poem

But on the first day of the week, at early dawn, they went to the tomb,taking the spices they had prepared. And they found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they went in they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus.

Luke 24:1-3, ESV 




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, His 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!