An Easter Poem

The hands that made me

Nailed to a tree.

A heart without hate

Pierced for love’s sake.

The voice that spoke life 

Silenced in death.

The light of the world

Darkness kept.

Many bones broken.

Water and blood intertwined.

His body lay limp.

Silence.

Silence.

Listen closely.

What do you hear?

A breath. 

Hands with scars unwrap funeral cloth.

A broken heart beats again.

The word speaks

Light breaks through rock cracks.

Christ has won his joy.

It’s you.

It’s me.

Everything bad is being undone.

Everything good is being made new.

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