Thursday, 12 March 2020


In the perfection of normality
The Vine grew up before the Father’s sight;
At every stage of His humanity
Christ’s features gave the Father’s heart delight:
The bud was the dependant little child;
The blossom was the enquiring subject boy;
The Man, as holy, harmless, undefiled,
Was straitened to ensure the Father’s joy.

But in one night the almond came to fruit -
One staff displayed fresh life amid dead staves;
In power which sin or death cannot dispute
One Man arose from myriads in their graves.
Christ’s resurrection is miraculous
And a new life gives joy to God - and us.

Another old sonnet rediscovered.

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