Sometimes
Easter dawns with muted light.
No bright, triumphant blaze
of resurrection power
breaks through the cold grey tomb
of our world.
It is hard to sing those resurrection hymns
while others suffer
and die their deaths
carry their crosses
to their own harsh Calvaries.
How can we sing the Lord’s song
while in a foreign land
others’ songs are silenced
Kochchicade
Negombo
Batticaloa
Colombo
Christchurch.
Where is the dove of peace
when violence reigns
what right have I
to proclaim once more
the Easter greeting
Jesus Christ is risen
He is risen indeed
Alleluia