On The Glad and Glorious Resurrection of Christ

Earth could not hold the one whose mouth

once spoke her into being. How could there be decay

while the Spirit of the Highest nurtures Life?

How could the Sun’s Source cool the sun’s heat?

Through rays of light from sun’s split centre

the Prince of Life emerges from the realm of Death.

His mere breath can blow away great Atlas.

His might prevails through all the earth.

What is the death of one small mouse to you,

strong Lion, who overcame the Dragon and the Tyger,

the hosts of Sin and Hell? You lay down in the grave

from where we find, not death, but life.

Your rising opened up my not-yet-opened grave.

You brought to mortals, immortality.

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