A Poem For Easter

Like a blade of grass pushing up stubbornly through the sidewalk.
or
Like the butterfly emerging from the tomb-like chrysalis.
But much more.

Like the seed after years of dormant death sending up sprout.
or
Like the brown bulb breaking forth from brown earth into brilliant color.
But much more.

Like brilliant daybreak after stormy, darkened night.
or
Like a rainbow mystically appearing amidst the rain.
But much more.

Like a patient making an unexpected, unpredicted turn for health.
or
Like the pine cone opening to spread seed only after touched by fiery death.
But much more.

Like a beautiful vase emerging from a lump of clay in the potter's hands.
or
Like a hidden spring burbling forth in the middle of a barren desert.
But much more.

Like the surprise of Spring's buds pushing aside Winter's snow.
or Like someone finally emerging from the fatality of addiction.
But much more.

So, it comes.
Nothing else like it.
No image adequate. No simile. No metaphor.

Unable to talk about it but inadequately
We celebrate this great, real mystery that
Neither language nor imagination can encompass.

Easter!

"A Poem for Easter" Copyright 2008 The Rev. R. Preston Price. Used with permission.