I closed the curtains before bed
saying good night to another dreary day.
During the night, there was an earthquake of significant force-
shaking the ground
Releasing all that lay buried,
Yet I heard not a sound.
It began in the dark of night as tight-green pods shook open in a blaze of yellow, tangerine and creamy white blooms, dancing in the dark, faces turned toward the coming dawn,
shivering in anticipation of warm days ahead.
Then followed a rushing wind,
Blowing in from the east - a swirling, blizzard of blooms falling on
what yesterday was but bare branches, crowning them with cottony, white petals.
And another wind blew in from the west and morning’s light revealed splashes of pale pink and fuchsia-colored blossoms exploding from limbs, that yesterday stood naked.
At a loss for words, I stepped out into the morning as the earth warmed and the light pushed back the darkness,
Eyes wide in wonder at the new birth before me.
The fall-out from the earthquake lay everywhere
As tulips in every hue burst from the earth.
And daffodils lifted their heads to the sky above,
And tiny green leaves burst from dry branches, shimmering like emeralds in the rising sun.
Shocking Yellow Forsythias, Scarlet Camellias, Cascading Bacopa in Purple and White.
Red Verbena, and Lavender Vinca springing up overnight from barren ground.
I pondered how one night could turn winter to spring,
Death to life,
Barrenness to flourishing,
And mourning to dancing,
in this place far grander than Oz.
Where yesterday lay bare ground, littered with twigs;
Today all was born anew in a panoply of shades and textures and limey green foliage.
Purple Heather, Snow White Candy Tuft.
Pansies in shades of Blue, Gold, Lavender and dark rich Magenta, all surrounded by a carpet of hot Pink Phlox.
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One day, long ago, the world at midday,
went from light to dark.
As the innocent lamb
hung upon a crude wooden cross,
And His blood spilled out
for the sins of the world .
An earthquake shook the land
and the veil of the temple
Was torn from top to bottom
as he breathed his last.
While the world mourned in the dark
and we feared the light was gone forever,
Through tears, our weary bodies succumbed to sleep, broken by the sound of muffled weeping.
The Savior of the World was dead.
Having lost hope, we rose at dawn.
Sabbath had passed, Time had come to go and prepare the body for burial.
We walked in silence,
each lost in the grip of sorrow, our feet rustling through the gritty sand below.
We arrived at the tomb, and stopped in shock, trembling hands seeking comfort, we drew close together
For the massive stone no longer covered the entrance, but sat to one side, near the front of the grave.
And our Lord’s body was gone and the tomb, it stood empty.
An angel appeared and said, Fear not! He is not here! He has risen!
Our sorrow fell from us, and we beamed at the sight now the desert was blooming and teamed with new life.
Our Savior has risen! We sang and we danced Even death could not hold him, for He is ALIVE!
Giving grace to the sinner, and freedom from shame, strength for the weary, and joy through the pain, Now the victory is won, and there is no more night.
My favorite Resurrection Day poem, hallelujah!💖💖💖