Into the still place –
The breathless,
Lifeless, emptiness,
Where the night of days
Fornever dawn,
Where death’s stiff fingers
Subdue the scene, unyielding –
Unannounced and uninvited
Life rushes in!
And out – resurrection life
That lives undying
So that when I
Breathe out my last,
The closing curtain
Does not mark the end
Of the final act, but
The beginning of when
For me, like Him,
Life rushes in.

(Easter Sunday, 8th April 2012)