“But the angel answered and said to the women, “Do not be afraid, for I know that you seek Jesus who was crucified. He is not here; for He is risen, as He said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay. And go quickly and tell His disciples that He is risen from the dead, and indeed He is going before you into Galilee; there you will see Him. Behold, I have told you.”
So they went out quickly from the tomb with fear and great joy, and ran to bring His disciples word.” – Matthew 28:5-8
I have had the poem for Easter chosen for some time. It is by Edmund Spenser, a poet who wrote during the time of Queen Elizabeth I of England. He is probably most famous for his book, The Fairie Queene (If you haven’t read this, please don’t hesitate to find a copy and read at least some of it. It is the famous story of the Red Cross Knight who killed the dragon), but he wrote many other poems and this one is particularly fitting for today, Easter Sunday:
Amoretti LXVIII: Most Glorious Lord of Life
Most glorious Lord of life, that on this day,Didst make thy triumph over death and sin:And having harrow’d hell, didst bring awayCaptivity thence captive, us to win:This joyous day, dear Lord, with joy begin,And grant that we for whom thou diddest die,Being with thy dear blood clean wash’d from sin,May live for ever in felicity.And that thy love we weighing worthily,May likewise love thee for the same again:And for thy sake, that all like dear didst buy,With love may one another entertain.So let us love, dear love, like as we ought,Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.