Easter Hymn

When the morning sun a star,
in hope rises to pierce the dark
all time seems lost here or far –
for Easter Day, the blessing mark.


The leaves are dancing
hundreds are twirling
colored clothes and coats –

Our Divine Lord’s Host.
The fountain is clapping
and lightly tapping –

The summer or fall
it’s a sequence ball.
The bird’s ivory down
toe to toe with earth’s gown

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