How beautiful is the blossom
spilling from the tree,
the hidden primrose
and the bluebell
ringing out the news.
He is risen
He is alive
we shall live
for evermore.
The dark winter is past,
the slow, cold, foggy days are over.

May the warmth of your resurrection
touch our hearts and minds
as the warmth of the sun
blesses our bodies.

By Donald Mcllhagga

(c) Copyright 2004

Wild Goose Publications

The Iona Community, Glasgow

Reproduced with permission