Easter Eve

No more death,
yet again -
the third day is not here.
Honeysuckle scorched
at mid-sky, the blackened Sun;
the bird
yet to sing -

Oh, the week of God.

Crucifixtion, burial,
We wait, with hope, fragile faith.

Good Friday, Holy Saturday, the vigil
of anticipation.

Cherry blossoms fallow,
no bird sings, no wind,
ne're movement of sky
or sea.

Easter Eve,
this year, this place,
this room,
this curtain,
a window barely breached.

Oh, mercy of God,
bless my heart
on the third day.

Rise, Rise..............

Easter Eve.........

I pray to waken to the glory of your resurrection.
The promise kept, the calming assurance.

You are my Lord.