Easter Poetry
"Living Hope" by Jim Cox
"I See His Blood Upon the Rose" by Joseph Mary Plunkett
"Easter" by George Herbert
LIVING HOPE
by Jim Cox
You could almost feel it in the
Pre-dawn stillness.
A low-keyed throbbing like an
Aging refrigerator motor
Humming in the darkness.
Combat tested muscles tensed
Tightly gripping sheathed blades
A faint grinding noise
Quickly populated the darkness with
Multitudes
Of imaginary enemies.
Pounding__________Beating Hearts
Flailed against cages of bone
As the massive granite stone
Began moving__________faster.
Suddenly________a soothing brightness
Spilled out of the empty tomb
flowing
Over the battle-hardened soldiers
Like crystal clear water
From a faucet
Bathing a child's skinned knee.
A voice__________
Like the sound of wind chimes said,
"He is not here, but is risen____AS HE SAID...."
I am
He that
lives, and was
dead;
behold,
I am alive
forevermore.
Bible Ref --
Matthew 27:62, 66
Luke 24:1-7
Revelation 1:18
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I SEE HIS BLOOD UPON THE ROSE
by Joseph Mary Plunkett
I see his blood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of his eyes,
His body gleams amid eternal snows,
His tears fall from the skies.
I see his face in every flower;
The thunder and the singing of the birds
Are but his voice--and carven by his power
Rocks are his written words.
All pathways by his feet are worn,
His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,
His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn,
His cross is every tree.
EASTER
by George Herbert
Rise, heart, thy Lord is risen. Sing his praise
...............Without delays,
Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise
...............With him may'st rise:
That, as his death calcinèd thee to dust,
His life may make thee gold, and, much more, just.
Awake, my lute, and struggle for thy part
...............With all thy art,
The cross taught all wood to resound his name
...............Who bore the same.
His stretchèd sinews taught all strings what key
Is best to celebrate this most high day.
Consort, both heart and lute, and twist a song
...............Pleasant and long;
Or, since all music is but three parts vied
...............And multiplied
Oh let thy blessèd Spirit bear a part,
And make up our defects with his sweet art.
Reformation Ink: Religious Poems of George Herbert
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