Poem: “Tell Them” by: Edwina Gateley

 Breaking through the powers of darkness; bursting from the stifling tomb, he slipped into the graveyard garden to smell the blossomed air.

 

Tell, them, Mary, Jesus said,

that I have journeyed far into the deepest depths I’ve been in nights without a star.

 

Tell them, Mary, Jesus said, 

that fear will flee my light that though the ground will tremble and

despair will stalk the earth, I hold them firmly by the hand through

terror to new birth.  

 

Tell them, Mary, Jesus said, 

the globe and all that’s made is clasped to God’s great bosom; they must

not be afraid for though they fall and die, he said, and the black earth

wrap them tight, they will know the warmth of God’s healing hands in

the early morning light.

 

Tell them, Mary, Jesus said, 

smelling the blossomed air; tell my people to rise with me to heal the 

Earth’s despair.