“Do not abandon yourselves to despair. We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our song.” ― Pope John Paul II (Karol Wojtyła)
I am the song of Easter,
Many voices add fullness to my tune
My anthem began before the creation of the world
It took shape and form as the earth was birthed
It wandered the wilderness in search of a homeland
It has been the aching of the ages
It became visual with the birth of a baby ...
a special child who grew in favour in the eyes of the Lord
a special child who was the Lord.
I am the song of the seasons
The praises formed in the heat of summer
The harvest song of a well-lived life
The frozen despair in the dead of winter,
The irrepressible burst of new life in spring.
I am the song of celebration
The song of beauty.
I am the song of despair .. the longing song
How long oh Lord will you hide your face from us?
I am the song of confusion
Afraid to trust the melody when the notes are unclear
I am the song of plenty and the song of want
The lament of pain, the balm of comfort
I am the song of amnesia,
with words forgotten in the dark of night
I am the song of light and memory
Sing this in remembrance of me.
I am the voice in the crowd ... joining in the Hosanna of Palm Sunday ...
and I am the same voice in the crowd calling crucify him, crucify him ...
I am the song of silent shame
And I am the song of Grace, of Forgiveness, of Love
I am the song of strong surrender
The song that hung rugged on the cross.
I am the song of Power ... this same resurrection power lives within you
I am the song of Hope ... green seeded hope that overflows
Hope to join loved ones again
I am the song of Rest, abide in me, sing my lullaby
I am the song that resides in your heart
Come let us make a joyful noise unto the Lord
We join in the song, with voices weak or strong ...
This is the song of humanity
This is the song of a God who sings over us in the night
This is a song of gratitude, of praise, of sorrow
This is a song unstoppable.
And centuries later I am the receiver of this song
I am the one at the graveside of a son, a daughter, a loved one
and I can barely whisper ...
we do not grieve as those who have no hope
Others help carry the tune which I cannot hold
The spirit sings the resurrection song to aching hearts around the world.
Will you join in the singing of the Hallelujah song?
A beautiful song, Jocelyn. Thankfully we join with you in singing the song of hallelujah.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Thank you Jocelyn.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem to celebrate Easter Sunday! I especially appreciated how you tied in the song to today's world, "The spirit sings the resurrection song to aching hearts around the world."
ReplyDeleteJocelyn what a beautiful poem. There is so much of life in it and hope. I just loved it. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank-you for encouraging words Gloria, Sandi, Joy & Brenda ... this poem was in the works for much of the month with little changes as the spirit moved. It was actually a delight to work on.
DeleteI've read your song and meditated on it, Jocelyn, and I will read it again, for in some way it has become my song too. I savour the images like, "The harvest song of a well--lived life" and "I am the song of strong surrender/The song that hung rugged on the cross." All of it really. Blessing, my dear. Keep writing.
ReplyDeleteThank-you Sharon, this song/poem was in my mind for weeks ... it felt like there were many little edits that came as I spent more time thinking about the power of Easter, but still all the disappointments that are still so prevalent in the world. Thank you for meditating on it.
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