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Easter Sonnets
Poet Lariat
EASTER FURY
The Lord is ris’n his body disappeared,
the tomb is empty, grave clothes neatly placed.
To Mary Magdalene He has appeared
but few believe, though seeing Him face to face.
Now God, Christ’s death, refused to tolerate
accepted not such insult, blasphemy,
Shook heav’n and earth, His glory, vindicates;
He will have life not death, catastrophe.
Sovereign, He reigns o’er every good and ill.
No principality, His fury stands.
His goodness God most surely will fulfill.
Pity the one who thinks to thwart His plans!
Heed, all creation, news of Easter Day!
Your Maker, Father, jealously holds sway!
Poems from the Eighth Decade
Copyright © Harold Macdonald 2004
used with permission