‘God so loved the world,’ we speak in praise
As Eostre now strides boldly on the land—
Strange blends of liturgy and pagan ways
Whose marriage of a thousand years stays grand.
Hope, salvation, the promise of new life,
The blood of Christ to wash away all sin,
Converging to a realm exempt from strife—
A union blessed by Bede’s Time Reckoning.
The rites of Eostre still to rile the world
As blood seeps deeper in Golgotha’s ground;
With heathen thought does scripture oft concur…
For in the equinox, more truths are found;
The sun ascends the heavens every spring,
Celestial promise faith shall ever sing.
Strange blends of liturgy and pagan ways
Whose marriage of a thousand years stays grand.
Hope, salvation, the promise of new life,
The blood of Christ to wash away all sin,
Converging to a realm exempt from strife—
A union blessed by Bede’s Time Reckoning.
The rites of Eostre still to rile the world
As blood seeps deeper in Golgotha’s ground;
With heathen thought does scripture oft concur…
For in the equinox, more truths are found;
The sun ascends the heavens every spring,
Celestial promise faith shall ever sing.
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Loubert S Suddaby poems 