Monday, April 5, 2021

Poem: "Easter Monday," by Christina Rossetti

Out in the rain a world is growing green, 
On half the trees quick buds are seen 
Where glued-up buds have been. 
Out in the rain God’s Acre stretches green, 
Its harvest quick tho’ still unseen: 
For there the Life hath been. 

If Christ hath died His brethren well may die, 
Sing in the gate of death, 
lay by This life without a sigh: 
For Christ hath died and good it is to die; 
To sleep when so He lays us by, 
Then wake without a sigh. 

Yes, Christ hath died, yea, Christ is risen again: 
Wherefore both life and death grow plain 
To us who wax and wane; For Christ 
Who rose shall die no more again: Amen: 
till He makes all things plain Let us wax on and wane.

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful poem. I posted a poem by Mary Oliver in March, about the donkey that carried Christ on Palm Sunday. I love poetry.

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