A wisp of angel tears falls from the realm
of joy to kiss the earth, and clouded skies
deny the full resplendent burst of rays
ethereal from touching her too soon.
That this of all days woven into time
by He who holds the tapestry in hand–
today, the day His Son rose gloriously
and shattered death’s repugnant victory–
should start with falling rain and shadowed skies.
Yet almost, almost, just beyond the words
unraveling within confusedly,
I see the strange design, the message clear
of mystery so trivial to be.
Renewal, Mystery; these brethren are
the answer: rain to raise the sleeping ground
in glory, cloud to cover joy and light
too wondrous yet for us to comprehend
yet let in just a sliver, keeping hope.
Wondrous are your miracles unseen,
Oh Lord! My joy, my hope, remain in you.
Resplendent light, you shine not to be seen
but deep within, igniting love and flame
of passion, such that chains fall like the rain
to clatter on the pavement left behind
for fields, refreshing life. Alleluia!
This is my song, my life, my hope, the song
that frees the world from sin. Come, Church! Rejoice!
HAPPY (ONE DAY LATE) EASTER EVERYONE! CHRIST IS RISEN!