Easter Sonnet, 2025

Why do tears flood my eyes on this morning?
What has awoken me long before dawn?
Why do the birds so passionately sing?
Who snuffs the dark when the curtain is drawn?
Who lit the sun many ages ago,
And conducts the fair bright planets dancing,
And commands the storms and the winds to blow?
Whose white horse is steadily advancing?

Christ. He brought glad tears, stirred me from slumber.
The birds sing to him. Christ banishes gloom,
Ignites the sun, spins stars in their number.
He rides the dark clouds and breathes in the tomb.
It is Christ the King, astride the white steed,
And Christ who is risen. Risen, indeed.