He hurried out on hazy snow-covered path
A careful scrambled haste to see what is
Rumour of new impossible hope.
Death he had seen, darkness he knewBut something more, somewhere
Hidden under new-fallen snow
Winter concealing Spring
Hurried and careful against the bitter chillCold north wind growing harder.
Had anyone else heard?
No one was aboutQuick short steps trying not to fall
His footsteps first on the light covering of snow.
Now others hurried on in the same directionTowards doors ahead hiding warmth and rumour
Slip inside and see something beginning
Rumour swelling into truth.
A voice cried out: Christ is Risen!A hundred voices shouted back
A thousand thousand voices crying around the world
He cried out with them: Christ is Risen Indeed!
31 March 2013