A poem for Easter

This is the day,Greater than the day theRed Sea waters divided cunningly.

This is the day, More beautiful thanNoah’s rampant rainbow.

This is the day,A homecoming dearerThan that blest Prodigal’s.

This is the day,More awful thanThree youths laughing in the blazing furnace.

This is the dayHe spoke about in parable andPatient waiting.The day they never understoodUntil he passed through deathAnd a closed door.

This is the day he madein his image:Red with the Sea of his passion.Gold with the sun-up of his rising.This is the day for us to prize.

Judith Brown, RSCJ