This day is like those that immediately
followed the finish of the Lord's creation,
when yet the sun rose forth in jubilation
to celebrate Christ's living poetry;
until the serpent, with a subtle twist,
intruded, and the seeds of sin were sown.
This garden, here and now, is like that one,
so long ago: well watered by a mist
and fragrant with the scent of early flowers
opened upon the dawn-lit early hours
to witness (after I rolled back the stone
that closed the sepulcher)---God's regnant Son
rise forth triumphantly, that sure salvation
may be provided. Now, victoriously,
He strides across this garden gloriously.
Starward
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