Spirit of Easter
by Gordon Lewis
The veil of morning mist is rolled away.
Angels await in that cavernous gloom
to bring good news on this first Easter Day
to Mary weeping before the open tomb;
not whitewashed - filled with dead men's bones, but see
those two white cherubim with outstretched wings,
a sepulchre become a sanctuary;
a mercy seat for future priests and kings.
He stood unrecognised until the cry
'Rabboni!', wrung from a heart of love so pure,
a heart convinced that man no more would die
'for I have seen...' her witness will endure.
Oh! Thomas place your hand here if you must,
but stop your doubting now and learn to trust.
Copyright (c) Gordon Lewis 2003; Reproduced with permission
