Easter is a mighty
tale of life and death and hope,
A story of unending
love that helps us all to cope
With things in life
that go beyond our human catch and ken,
That touches deep
within our soul; the issues that mere men
Can only struggle
valiantly with thoughts too deep for words,
Which make our mortal
life on earth seem like a pile of sherds.
Just broken pots upon
the ground of history’s long trek,
Or drops of ocean
water as it lands upon the deck
Of ships that sail
the open seas in search of harbor safe,
And all the while our
minds are reft with thoughts that bind and chafe.
How can we deal with
pain and loss that comes our way through time?
How do we seek to
understand when things don’t seem to rhyme?
To lose to death the
ones we love, to see them bound by pain,
Unable to affect the
course that we had hoped to gain.
To fight with sorrow,
shed the tears so heartfelt in our chest,
Afraid that after all
the strife, we failed to do our best.
But then on Easter
morning bright, we suddenly can see
A love so faithful,
sure and bold, that seeks to comfort me.
The calling of my
name out loud, a voice that knows me true,
A teacher who can
lead me safe, who knows what I should do.
With death defeated,
fear is gone. No more are we held tight
By worries of the
coming storm or terrors in the night.
For in the Kingdom of
the Christ, we find our souls renewed,
Our days are now in
Jesus’ hands, our thoughts no longer skewed
By anxious moments,
bitter tears, our spirits find release.
We stand beside the
empty tomb, and hear God’s call to …
Peace,
Alex
