Luke

Seven
Years past, does Heaven
Grow brighter with each day?


It is Easter here.
Resurrection in each bloom.
Scant glimpses of
The always Easter there.

Pain and comfort both
That this year
It falls on Easter.
Victor's Day.

No more death.
No more ebbing pulsebeats,
No more coffins closing,
No more graveside tears.

Can you see Him --
Our Hero?
Can you touch Him?
Can you most tenderly pass on to Him
A thankful, holy kiss?

Until the day comes.......