Easter Sunday:
 
        Easter Essentials by J. Barrie Shepherd      Strip away the perfect lilies   massed along, across the chancel steps,   the bright reflecting sight and sound of brasses,   and the white and gold of paraments and stoles.   Set aside two thousand years, almost, of holy words   and gestures, the jostling flotsam of an epic tidal surge   of global custom and conviction, conquest too.   Try to ignore this new spring sunlight,   the steady warming of the soil, the waking birdsongs,   green and early fragrant air. Reject all this   and you are left with a report, some blood-stained bandages   in a vacated garden cave, several startled temple guards,   a gaggle of bewildered witnesses, and through all this   a dawning hope, so strange yet sure it drives you   to your trembling knees, groping for fresh syllables   and sounds to shape this ever new, yet ancient cry.   The Lord is risen...risen indeed!     Image Credit: Flickr, CC License         
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
