Devastating Beauty – An Easter Poem by Gideon Heugh


On Friday my hope died. The sky wept itself dark the ground broke apart
and all creation cried for the bloodied innocence
hammered into a tree. There were whispers
of a torn curtain but they didn’t reach my ears
or mend my mangled heart or stem the bitter tears
as we took the body
down. On Saturday we grieved, hiding from the troops whom we’d once believed
would be overthrown by the carpenter’s boy,
who had preached and fed and healed,
and was now dead. But then on Sunday The devastating beauty of that Sunday when time and space were blown out of shape
and angels wrapped in electric grace
rolled the impossible away ‘He is not here’
they proclaimed for glory had risen
our failings were forgiven and the rules of life
and death were rewritten as an empty tomb declared ‘Love is alive.’

5 thoughts on “Devastating Beauty – An Easter Poem by Gideon Heugh

  1. Wow what an inspired piece of writing. love is alive. I loved the feeling of this poem.

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