Poem 18: April 18

Resurrection Prayer VI: “Little Lamb in the Garden Green”

This morning I met Thee upon the roof

To honor the birth of the sun’s first light.

And the break of dawn held whispers of truth,

To my sleepy eyes, they granted sight.

First, I saw the fog—how heavy it fell;

But the birds still flew through the thickened veil.

Then I heard our lamb, her bleating unquelled,

Her mother responded from her grassy chair.

From here above, my lamb looks so little,

Swallowed up by garden, tumbling through weeds.

Thou, too, wert small in the garden bitter,

Where to Thy Father loud cries turned to pleas.

The morning quiets, my lamb finds her mother,

But Thy Father watched Thee, for love’s sake, suffer.