Sunday, April 08, 2012

He is Risen - Easter Sunday


Easter Sunday
 
Last night did Christ the Sun rise from the dark,
The mystic harvest of the fields of God,
And now the little wandering tribes of bees
Are brawling in the scarlet flowers abroad.
The winds are soft with birdsong; all night long
Darkling the nightingale her descant told,
And now inside church doors the happy folk
The Alleluia chant a hundredfold.
O father of thy folk, be thine by right
The Easter joy, the threshold of the light.

Sedulius Scottus
(9th century Irish poet)

3 comments:

  1. Have a blessed Easter. Gorgeous!!

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  2. Thank you for a wonderful poem. I will save it. Christ is risen!

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