'...this I have resolved on, to wit, to run when I can, to go when I cannot run, and to creep when I cannot go.'

Monday, 29 March 2010

A poem for Easter

The Lord of life


He came, the Lord of life, from heaven sent,
the realm of light and immortality,
eternal incorruptibility,
Son of the living God – divine descent;
and as through Israel’s favoured land he went
he raised the dead, restored vitality,
offered new life for all eternity:
but only he knew what his coming meant.

That night he prayed, a mob came through the trees,
they took him to the place where he was tried
and soldiers led him to be crucified.
He hung upon the cross; with words like these
men mocked, ‘Come down, if God is on your side’:
he cried in triumph, ‘Finished’ – then he died!