Earth could not hold the one
whose mouth
once spoke her into being. How
could there be decay
while the Spirit of the Highest
nurtures Life?
How could the Sun’s Source cool
the sun’s heat?
Through rays of light from sun’s
split centre
the Prince of Life emerges from
the realm of Death.
His mere breath can blow away
great Atlas.
His might prevails through all
the earth.
What is the death of one small
mouse to you,
strong Lion, who overcame the
Dragon and the Tyger,
the hosts of Sin and Hell? You
lay down in the grave
from where we find, not death,
but life.
Your rising opened up my
not-yet-opened grave.
You brought to mortals,
immortality.
