Saturday, April 15, 2017

Easter Morning


His mother was at prayer;
a sword run through her heart
sharp with words remembered:
Be it done to me –
Do as he says;
Into thy hands –
It is accomplished.

The sword, on a sudden,
became a ray of light:
her son stood before her, silent,
as when at first he came to her.
“Hail Mary,” his hands said,
a smile impending on his lips -
as on hers amid tears.
“Behold,” her own hands spoke,
“the handmaid of the Lord.”

©2017 by Ruth Heredia

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Easter Carol


Who comes down the hill, radiant as dawn?
Jesus our Lord, the Father’s Only Son.

Ring bells, light lamps, and flowers strew,
Good souls, put on your garments new,
Christ our Lord is risen today,
As to his friends he did say.

Alleluia! Christ is risen;
Satan’s power is overthrown.
Alleluia! From Death’s prison
Jesus mounts his rightful throne.

Long time it was Darkness reigned,
Held poor souls, each one, in thrall.
Christ for us has freedom gained,
Gates of Heav’n opened to all.

Sleepers awake, it is morning;
See how Light breaks a New Day.
For all sinners hope is dawning,
Love and mercy shall hold sway.

©2017 by Ruth Heredia

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