It is accomplished…Now the waiting.
Germination of seed. Transformative pain
reaching into the world’s darkness.
Muted voice in a closed tomb
and women’s hearts lamenting on the hill,
the song of grief carried down the centuries
and woven into the fabric of our time.
Women, why do you weep?
For unforgiven scars and bruises
carried down the passage of the years.
Come, rise from your sorrow! Meet me in Galiee
for the stream must flow to the sea, the part become the whole.
Rise! Meet me in Galilee and know the story’s end.
Winter seed drops grieving and weeping dies alone
Golgotha is shaping Christ in the heart of stone.
Dark and silent waiting, enwombed within the tomb
In naked pain heart seeking eternal stars wove in.
In death’s dark heart dawn’s calling
Flame and stream are one
Light on the earth bends dancing
And the pain is done.
Springtime leaps pulsating
Green sword from buried grain
Love upsurges laughing
Like birdsong in the rain.
April has come
And winter has been pushed
rudely aside by impatient spring.
Daffodils spread like yellow butter
across the land,
their dance curtailed by the pattern
of cool shadowed fields of green.
The sun has spilled across my floor.
And spring leaps over the threshold
setting my heart singing
as I sit in quiet joy.
Easter day has come!