When Christ climbed up on Golgotha

the rivers ran darkly with the blood of the butchered

and churned down their old paths

into

Pascha

Angelic voices

of servants so fine.

They gather to worship,

The Risen Divine.

A day of victory,

and redemption for

A wonderful saviour,

Who suffered, bled and died.

A man so great,

 To give his life for yours

As well as for mine.

Hallelujah! The Easter Song

Shaking earth, rumbling, grumbling, quaking,

Proclaiming an event, hitherto unannounced to

Easter lilies perfume the air.

Pastel women with blue hair stroll slowly up the

aisle so all can see their new attire.

Tiny