Easter Pantoum

*** Revised Common Lectionary *** Lectionary Reading: Matthew 28:1-10 CLASSIC POEM: An Easter Ode Paul Laurence Dunbar To the cold, dark grave they go Silently and sad and slow, From the light of happy skies And the glance of mortal eyes. In their beds the violets spring, And the brook flows murmuring; But at eve the violets die, And the brook in the sand runs dry. In the rosy, blushing morn, See, the smiling babe is born; For a day it lives, and then Breathes its short life out again. And anon gaunt-visaged Death, With his keen and icy breath, Bloweth out the vital fire In the hoary-headed sire. Heeding not the children’s wail, Fathers droop and mothers fail; Sinking sadly from each other, Sister parts from loving brother. All the land is filled with wailing, Sounds of mourning garments trailing, With their sad portent imbued, Making melody subdued. But in all this depth of woe This consoling truth we know: There will come a time of rain, And the brook will flow again; Where the violet fell, ’twill grow, When the sun has chased the snow. See in this the lesson plain, Mortal man shall rise again. Well the prophecy was kept; Christ “first fruit of them that slept” Rose with vic’try-circled brow; So, believing one, shalt thou. Ah! but there shall come a day When, unhampered by this clay, Souls shall rise to life newborn On that resurrection morn. *** This poem is in the public domain, and may be read in a live-streamed worship service. CONTEMPORARY POEM: Easter Pantoum John Terpstra SNIPPET: In a church in a city on the edge of the world The risen Christ dances … [ READ THE FULL POEM ]