In the early church, when believers met in this holy season, they would greet one another with a hearty and enthusiastic Christe anesti–“Christ is risen!”–to which the only possible response is Allthos anesti–“He is risen indeed!”
God bless you, friends! In celebration of this day of resurrection, I would like to share with you two short and very sweet Easter poems by Ann Weems. First, “The Story and the Child.”
The child comes, and we dye eggs
and make a cake and decorate.
“Why are we doing this?” he asks
“Because,” I answer, “Life is about to happen,
and on Sunday morning we’ll catch stars.”
He looks at me, quizzically at first,
and then grins. It’s then I ask him
to tell me the story. The only way he’ll learn
is to tell it himself.
The only way we’ll learn
is to tell it again… and again…
The second poem, by way of retelling the story, is “Lost and Found.”
As we approached Jerusalem
The crowd stood at the gate and cried in a tear-choked voice:
“We are lost in his death.”
Upon the hill the angels sang: “We are found in his rising.”
Christe anesti, friends!
Lovely poems and art.
Blessed Easter my friend
And to you!
Beautiful. Thanks for sharing!
Wonderful to hear from you, Wick! God bless you, and the ministry to which Christ has called you!
I came back to read the first one again…. Weeks later and it still works on me
Bless your heart, Mark! Me, too!