RESURRECTION

They laid him in a rock-hewn sepulcherWhere 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 grassAs breeze and bird song blended. Yet how swiftlyThis 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 arisesTo shine undimmed beyond the reach of years.

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CHRISTIANITY AND SCIENCE ARE ONE
April 4, 1953
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