A Poem for Easter

We give thanks for the night,

Because in the night

The seeds of hope were planted.

Whilst we couldn’t see,

You were there,

Accompanying us through pain,

Planting life in the barren places.

We give thanks for the night.

 

Let the morning bring light. 

Light that pours into our eyes

And reaches our souls.

Light that wakens the seeds of hope.

Beckons them to push their way through the soil

And break the surface.

 

Let the morning bring life.

Life that warms and wakens us,

That seeps into our bones

Renews and invigorates.

Life that expands inside us

And lifts our gaze.

 

Let the morning bring love.

Love that reaches out,

Builds bridges and connects.

Embraces.

Love that reaches down

And roots us to the earth.

 

 We give thanks for the night.

But let the morning come.

With its nourishing light;

With its tangling life.

Let love be born in us again,

Because the morning is here.

The morning is here.