This is an Easter like no
other!
We cower, solitary,
Without fellowship or
celebration,
With fear and grief in too
many eyes.
Remember the first one?
They cowered too,
Quarantined in the upper
room,
Afraid for their lives,
Afraid of being targets,
For the viral hatred of the
day;
Feeling hope drip helplessly
through their fingers
Like a broken egg,
Making a mess of their
hideout,
Without any expectation
This loss could be restored.
Until they heard a rumour,
Too amazing to believe,
That the world had changed
forever
Are we so different then?
Is our faith greater than
theirs?
Do we live in holy
expectation
While we flounder in our
fears?
Remembering death is dead,
Do we take hold of hope’s
coattails,
Or paralyse our grasp?
Do we let salvation penetrate
The heart’s cold corners?
Do we still sing hymns of
wonder
When our voices rasp?
He who hung in darkness
When the midday sun was gone
Is the light of all the world
And of our darkness too.
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