Easter
A Poem by: Eloise A. Skimings
The clouds break - light thro' the darkness
Penetrates the gloom with its effulgence,
And from on high soft Alleluias float
Like angels' whisperings - full of hope
To the hopeless mortal, whose web of life,
Both warp and weft, are spun of sin;
But now the God man, who died to save
And bring sinners to repentance.
Is risen to-day, as he said,
And lo, their faces are illumin'd
And their souls once more purified.
The old leaven is purg'd away
And the tarnish on their armor
Is removed— may it keep burnish'd
With constant use in God's armory,
This world, which Satan strives to rule;
And at the final resurrection
May we all swell the grand chorus,
"Resurrexit Sicut Dixit" - Alleluia