Sunday, April 4, 2010

Easter Morning 4:30am

In the darkest depths of morning,
In the blackest reaches of mourning,
There, just a glimmer of light,
The most slender hope,
Shining dimly...

"What is this?"
"He is not here; he is risen."
Hope is dawning, light is coming.
Are those lilies in the darkness?
My God, I am overcome.

3 comments:

Katherine said...

Happy Easter! This was lovely!

W.B. Picklesworth said...

Thank you Katherine. And a happy Easter to you too!

It is a wonder beyond words to live life rooted in the gift of the resurrection. Sometimes the enormity of that gift sneaks up and touches me to the core. I am grateful for those moments.

Marvin said...

Very nice