Resurrection Sunday
The Sabbath dawn broke
in a myriad of riotous colours.
New songs sprung from the earth
as an angel of heaven descended
and rolled away the stone.
The mighty power of God
Creator of the universe
pierced through the darkness,
and called forth His son.
The feet that had walked on water
walked out of the open grave.
The women searched for him,
but he was gone,
broken free
from the chains of darkness and death,
risen into the gloriousness
of mortal putting on immortal.
Mary Magdalen met the risen Jesus
and for one amazing period of time
was the first Christian in the world.
The one who had truly met the Lord of forgiveness,
and worshipped at His feet.
Then she ran
and told the others.
He is alive.



Good to see you writing again. I hope you have had a very happy Easter!
A lovely poem. Happy Easter! He is risen indeed.