EASTER
WINGS

Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store,

Though foolishly he lost the same,

Decaying more and more,

Till he became

Most poor:

With thee

Oh let me rise

As larks, harmoniously,

And sing this day thy victories:

Then shall the fall farther the flight in me.

My tender age in sorrow did begin:

And still with sicknesses and shame

Thou did’st so punish sin,

That I became

Most thin

With thee

Let me combine,

And feel this day thy victory,

For, if I imp my wing on thine,

Affliction shall advance the flight in me.

George Herbert, The Temple

Spring bursts today,

For Christ is risen and all the earth’s at play.

Christina Rossetti

Easter says to us that despite everything to the contrary, his will for us will prevail, love will prevail over hate, justice over injustice and oppression, peace over exploitation and bitterness.

Desmond Tutu