EASTER MORNING FROM OUR RESIDENT POET
EASTER MORNING
Will no bird sing,
Nor flower grow?
When will we feel once more
The gentle breeze,
The warming sun?
The voice of Wisdom –
Eternally stilled –
Haunts the confines of the mind.
Darkness enfolds the spirit.
Silence suffocates.
Is there no solace
Now joy has fled?
Are we to journey on
Alone, rejected, despised?
What’s that you say?
The tomb is empty!
He is risen as He said!
Master, forgive my unbelief.
All around, birds sing,
Flowers unfold,
Gentle breezes murmur –
And in my soul
The sun shines – anew.
Eileen Murray © 2010
