We watched the sunrise on Easter morning.
Crystal clear, God cast hands across the sky,
lifted clouds; memory of shadowing
ills, sweet brilliance to enhance our why …
When last night our energy seemed quite low
we soon might now in the passing of hours
resolve eternal the fears we all know.
Distant the annals of shame do tower
that streak nearby the coloring high winds.
Our lives today might renew forever
if God in sheer beauty and grace rescinds
the troubled child, whose antics in fever
recall our sorrows and human failure,
while the morning sunlight cries our future.