The Risen One
A Poetic Celebration of Resurrection and Renewal)
The earth awakens, soft and bright,
Bluebells and daffodils rise in morning’s light.
Winter waves and whispers its last goodbye,
As love ascends and soars beyond the sky.
“For my Father’s will is that everyone”- a promise sung by every dawn,
“who looks to the Son and believes in Him.”
And the fields rejoice, their fragrance drawn.
Gold spills over valleys and hills once gray,
The stone is rolled – the dawn approached and gives away.
The ravens fly, the sparrow sings – a newborn tune,
The risen Christ in the darkness of Sunday beneath the moon.
“He is not here; He has risen, just as He said!”
The wind repeats what angels spoke.
Through bursting bud and bending bough,
Life returns, the thorns have dried and the chains are broke.
“I am the living one. I died, but look—”
the river runs, the fig’s branches sway.
“I am alive forever and ever!”
The sun ascends and lights, the skies obey.
“I am the Alpha and the Omega,” says the Lord God,
“who is, and who was, and who is to come, the Almighty.”
Spring bows before His endless reign,
Renewed in lustrous light, unbound by pain.
Declare it loud and clear, let voices soar,
“Jesus is Lord!” – He lives forevermore!
The grave collapsed and defeated, hope has begun,
Eternal, infinite spring, He is The Risen One.
Easter Sunday, 2025
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