Poem April 4, 1953 Issue

RESURRECTION

Jessie B. Motten

They laid him in a rock-hewn sepulcher
Where never mortal form had lain before.
They left him in the darkness, in the silence;
His foes made fast a stone against the door.
Outside within the garden all was joyous:
The morning sunlight lay across the grass
As breeze and bird song blended. Yet how swiftly
This transient sense of beauty has to pass,
While, to, the stone is loosed by power celestial!
The glory of immortal Life appears;
Above the gloom the radiant Christ arises
To shine undimmed beyond the reach of years.

Jessie B. Motten

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