“Lamb of God” by Raul Berzosa
The season now nears
When grief begets joys
And faithful men’s ears
Tune out secular noise
To reflect on His gifts
Of passion and glory
On His mercy that lifts
The sin from our story
The Lamb of God died
To anchor our creed
Then rose up to guide
The life we should lead
From my book Two-Cornered Rooms
“Sunrise in the Harbor” by Leonid Afremov
dawn is the hour
mosaic of morning
the rising time
(Originally posted here in March, 2013. Happy Easter, everyone.)
The season now nears
When grief begets joys
And faithful men’s ears
Tune out secular noise
To reflect on His gifts
Of passion and glory
On His mercy that lifts
The sin from our story
The Lamb of God died
To anchor our creed
Then rose up to guide
The life we should lead
life seeped
for three days
through sepulchral stone
to refill
the vessel
to vivify
mortified flesh
enwrapping its sheathing embrace
around new-shriven bones
that stand up we faithful
for now
and forever
amen
(I wrote this humble prayer in counterpoint to the many secular holiday posts about Easter Bunnies, etc. After all, this is the most important of all Christian holy days.)
“The Agony”
Painting by Theyre Lee-Elliott
what exotic wood
soaked by noble blood of redemption
grains our pedestrian souls
life seeped
for three days
through sepulchral stone
to refill
the vessel
to vivify
mortified flesh
enwrapping its sheathing embrace
around new-shriven bones
that stand up we faithful
for now
and forever
amen
(I wrote this humble prayer in counterpoint to the many secular holiday posts about Easter Bunnies, etc. After all, this is the most important of all Christian holy days.)
The season now nears
When grief begets joys
And faithful men’s ears
Tune out secular noise
To reflect on His gifts
Of passion and glory
On His mercy that lifts
The sin from our story
The Lamb of God died
To anchor our creed
Then rose up to guide
The life we should lead
Writer Lynne Sargent
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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