CHRIST IS RISEN!
Rise, heart, thy lord is risen. Sing his praise
Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise
With him may'st rise:
That, as his death refined thee to dust,
His life may make thee gold, and, much more, just.
Awake, my lute, and struggle for thy part
With all thy art,
The cross taught all wood to resound his name
Who bore the same.
His stretched sinews taught all strings what key
Is best to celebrate this most high day.
Consort, both heart and lute, and twist a song
Pleasant and long;
Or, since all music is but three parts vied
Oh let thy blessed Spirit bear a part,
And make up our defects with his sweet art.
George Herbert (1593-1633, Anglican clergyman and poet)
[I particularly like the photo that accompanies this post - yes, it's an ancient tomb in Jerusalem, probably much like the one our Lord was laid to rest in. With a little imagination, it can seem as though this crowd has gathered, mystified, after hearing the news of the Risen Lord.]