Rejoice
Be happy again
Throw off your fears
He’s not here
He’s gone ahead of you
Rejoice
Be happy again
Throw off your fears
He’s not here
He’s gone ahead of you
Blooming beside my front door this morning, the crocus proclaims new life in tones of royal purple.
“But now Christ has been raised from the dead, the first fruits of those who are asleep. For since by a man came death, by a man also came the resurrection of the dead. For as in Adam all die, so also in Christ all will be made alive!”
1 Corinthians 15: 20-22
Ye Heavens, how sang they in your courts,
How sang the angelic choir that day,
When from his tomb the imprisoned God,
Like the strong sunrise, broke away?
~Frederick William Faber
I love this poem by Eugene Warren in The Risk of Birth edited by Luci Shaw
Christ Came Juggling
Christ came juggling from the tomb,
flipping and bouncing death’s stone pages,
tossing those narrow letters high
against the roots of dawn spread in cloud.
This Jesus, clown, came dancing
in the dust of Judea, each slapping step
a new blossom spiked with joy.
Hey! Listen — that chuckle in the dark,
that clean blast of laughter behind –
Christ comes juggling our tombs,
tossing them high and higher yet,
until they hit the sun and break open
and we fall out, dancing and juggling
our griefs like sizzling balls of light.