We have been sheltering in place for a month now and are praying that we will be on the downhill side of this virus soon. In the middle of this we celebrate and remember the Risen Christ. The day before Easter I watched Easter from Kings College and heard a poem that touched my heart:
From Demmie Divine, Executive Assistant to Lead Pastor:
A sonnet by Malcolm Guite
He blesses every love which weeps and grieves
And now he blesses hers who stood and wept
And would not be consoled, or leave her love’s
Last touching place, but watched as low light crept
Up from the east. A sound behind her stirs
A scatter of bright birdsong through the air.
She turns, but cannot focus through her tears,
Or recognise the Gardener standing there.
She hardly hears his gentle question ‘Why,
Why are you weeping?’, or sees the play of light
That brightens as she chokes out her reply
‘They took my love away, my day is night’
And then she hears her name, she hears Love say
The Word that turns her night, and ours, to Day.