Now the Green Blade Rises

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Now the green blade riseth from the buried grain,
Wheat that in the dark earth many days has lain;
Love lives again, that with the dead has been:
Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.

In the grave they laid Him, Love Whom men had slain,
Thinking that He’d never wake to life again,
Laid in the earth like grain that sleeps unseen:
Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.

Forth he came at Easter, like the risen grain,
He that for three days in the grave had lain;
Quick from the dead my risen Lord is seen:
Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.

When our hearts are wintry, grieving or in pain,
By your touch, You call us back to life again;
Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been:
Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.

John M. C. Crum, 1928.

My first art for a long time. Losing Doug, my Father-in-Law, has changed our little world and it makes you remember the essential. Seeing the daffodils I planted last year & the year before round the villages rings deep - the Lenten Lilly:

Bring baskets now, and sally
Upon the spring's array,
And bear from hill and valley
The daffodil away
That dies on Easter day.
A. E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad, XXIX, 1896.

We're off to the Lakes now, to walk with some mountains :-)

Comments

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The poem and the picture are beautiful. Easter is a time of joy. That which we thought was lost and gone returns. Springs forth anew. I love how you compare Jesus as to grain. Just as the grain sustains us so does he. Enjoy your weekend. Nothing quite relaxes the soul as being in the mountains.

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Many thanks :-)

We experienced a heady mixture of wondering at the beauty and getting mugged by sadness. It was the best place to be.