A blessed time

Have a blessed Easter

Les Murray has written an Easter poem that I can picture the women who were at the tomb saying to one another years later, as they recount what happened that first day:

“Remember the day when life increased,
explainably or outright, was haloed in poignancy,

straight life, given not attained, unlurching ecstasy,
arrest of the guards for once, and ourself released,

splendour taking detail, beyond the laughter-and-tears
as if these were gateway to it, a still or moving utterness

in and all around us?”
(“Easter 1984”)

....remember the day when life increased...