Easter Poem

Kindly provided by the team at 3B’s.

A Sonnet for Easter Dawn

He blesses every love that weeps and grieves

And now he blesses hers who stood and wept

And would not be consoled, or leave her love’s

Last touching place, but watched as low light crept

Up from the east.  A sound behind her stirs

A scatter of bright birdsong through the air.

She turns, but cannot focus through her tears,

Or recognize the Gardener standing there.

She hardly hears his gentle question, ‘Why,

Why are you weeping?’ or sees the play of light

That brightens as she chokes out her reply,

‘They took my love away, my day is night.’

And then she hears her name, she hears Love say

The Word that turns her night, and ours, to Day.


Malcolm Guite, Priest and Poet.

From ‘Sounding the Seasons – Seventy Sonnets for the Christian Year’