Easter
Friday was dark with thunderstorms and showers,
Saturday grey, with steady, ceaseless rain.
But Sunday dawned to show a cloudless sky
And the great sun, in beauty now unveiled,
Dazzling the gaze of those who scarce had hoped
To see such loveliness restored so soon:
Recalling that first Easter long ago
When Jesus crucified, whom all had deemed
Vanquished and lost in death’s relentless night,
Fracturing time, bursting vain bonds asunder,
Raised by God’s power, came back into our world.
Sheila Durbin