Wednesday, April 25, 2018

for the Easter season, which it still is


Now the green blade rises from the buried grain,
Wheat that in the dark earth many years has lain;
Love lives again, that with the dead has been:
Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.

In the grave they laid him, Love whom we had slain,
Thinking that he'd never wake to life again,
Laid in the earth like grain that sleeps unseen:
Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.

Up he sprang at Easter, like the risen grain,
He that for three days in the grave had lain;
Up from the dead my Risen Lord is seen:
Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.

When our hearts are saddened, grieving or in pain,
By your touch you call us back to life again;
Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been:
Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.

from Magnificat, April 2018






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    1. Yes - it was one of those things which struck me. Thanks, Clare.

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  2. I love this... did you post it before? Because a year or so I saw it for the first time somewhere and wrote it into my journal :-)

    Christ is risen!

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    1. No, Gretchen, but I have almost done that more than once! I always check to see if I've already posted something before.
      I'm wondering if I should try to memorize this, it resonates so much with me.

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  3. This is beautiful. One of the best things about being Catholic is long seasons of celebration. At Easter especially with the new life all around, the joy of Easter is daily re-awakened.

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