What Easter Means To Me

WHAT EASTER MEANS TO ME ……… and into the city of god rode this man, following the road to his end and beginning - our palm leaves under his guiltless feet to become nails piercing his palms and feet. The sun died as the Son died. Completely consumed, he died in silence, as he gave up the ghost, as he left us alone, birds, harking in stark branches for the dark wings of the angel of death, coming with its black sack, its veil, sunless-lightless-lifeless - where no bird sings. And our breath was stopped, held, and we, bereft, waited in mourning in this vale of tears - for him to die and lie in a cave blocked with boulder and soldier ...... , ...... Then rolled away and the Son, his glorious face pouring love on us all rose and pushed aside the black stone into oblivion and pierced a hole in the veil, infinitely, gloriously, and we were restored to life in the smile of heaven.