The traditional Easter morning proclamation, “Christ is risen”, and the response, “He is risen indeed!”, put me in mind of a late winter morning earlier this year when I rose early and crept out of our hotel in Tiberias, camera in hand, to go see the sun rise over the Sea of Galilee.
A poem by a friend, the late Bruce Smith, clergyman, writer, musician, artist and poet, says what was in my heart better than I ever could.
LUX MUNDI
From Tiberias’ shore,
behind tall reeds and rushes,
I saw the sun rise
on Galilee.
I saw it colour the sky
moment by moment in
brightening gold till its
fierce fire rose blazing
behind silhouetted hills
touching and transforming
the lake to a sea of
fabled wealth.
How often, I wondered,
did He see this – whose being
here had brought me here
to see for myself where heaven’s
Son shone at first?
Wishing you all a joyful Easter.
Di
He is risen - hallelujah! blessings, marlene
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