Now the Green Blade Riseth
Forth he came at Easter, like the risen grain,
He that for three days in the grave had lain.
Quick from the dead my risen Lord is seen:
Love is come again, like wheat that springeth green.
An Easter Triolet by Macolm Guite
We won’t give up on love, it is a given
And given things can always live again.
The stone is rolled away, the rocks are riven
We won’t give up on love, it is a given
The grave is made the very gate of heaven
We sowed in tears, but here’s the golden grain:
We won’t give up on love, it is a given
And Love’s the given thing that lives again.
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