He Rose

 

In the beginning,

quietly bidden,

light as a word,

let matter and measurement

emerge.

 

Sin buckles the earth,

Persons have no answer.

From above came the Word of solution.

Giving to the end, to end death’s control.

 

A sleeping person stirs,

a light in darkness shines;

Life returns softly,

like a hand on the shoulder that wakes you.

 

Announced yet unexpected,

the Word reappearing.

Grace from hell arising.

No mourning on that third morning.

 

Because He rose,

He rolled away

the stone-cold finality of death,

and opened the way

to the truth

about eternal life.

 

Our hopes now reach beyond death,

Like a gentle hand that wakes a sleeper.

Because He Rose.

copyright 2024 Tom Medlar