Here is another poem of resurrection – this one exploring the deep, unwitnessed moment of awakening. I’m intrigued by the stirring of seeds, the quiet power of life returning in Spring, and the imagery of spring filled my mind as I thought about Easter resurrection. My forthcoming book – The Year’s Circle, publisher Wild Goose – weaves together poems from the church seasons and the Earth’s seasons. In this piece, I hope, the presence of spring hums through.

I love the way Eastern Orthodox icons celebrate resurrection not as an event involving one alone, but as something including all those needing to be set free…. and gives us an insight into the pattern of life out of death, hope out of despair, new out of old.

Before first light

Out of the earth, the grave,
the tomb, the darkness,
life steps out into a
shining spring dawn.

Out of the seed, the grain,
the stone, the pip, life uncurls
in a shimmer of new green.

We do not see the moment
of breaking, of rising, it is hidden
in the dark womb of the Earth.

But perhaps the ground shakes,
a tremor in the deep, as
the stone rolls away and
death’s imperial seal is broken.

Then, out of a cave
humming with clear
morning light –
no need of grave clothes,
no need of husk and shell
and stone and seal,

No need of the linen napkin
for it is finished, and folded –

Out of the earth who tends her dead,
there is a great greening,
an awakening, a rising up.
Life, and life, and life
is stronger even than the grave,
and love is stronger than death.

And look, and see,
all things are being made new.
Now, and now, and now.

Matthew 27:65-7, Mark 16:1-7, Luke 24:1-11, John 20:1-10

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