Easter Poem - Graves into Gardens

A garden - the epitome of burgeoning life, light, hope and joy. Where potential meets promise and anticipation finds fulfilment.

A grave - the embodiment of despair. The dwelling place, the inhabitation, the personification of death itself. Where mourners gather and grief pours...out.

The juxtaposition and incongruence of the two are obvious. One is life and one is death. Proximity is possible but amicability inconceivable. One brings joy, one brings heartbreak.

Destined to be feared and dreaded, the grave remains a site where the attendants are to be pitied above all men. Unless... Unless? What if the garden were to conquer the grave? Not possible. What if life won out triumphant? They say death is definitive - I beg to differ - new life is infinitive. Just as new life reclaims the space of the waste of war torn remains, as ivy crawls over a graveyard wall So a cross stands tall and Saul becomes Paul because the darkness of Friday and the veil that was torn gave way to a resurrection Sunday and new life was born. My life was a grave, a waste place, a hurt space, unsafe, with no grace. But new life broke through because that it's nature, it seeks and it saves, it just looks for surrender Now the ruins have a future and the lost is found The trajectory to sorrow finds its path upward bound. How can new life be so powerful, so triumphant? Because our Lord Jesus Christ said He'd bring it abundant. His design was the garden, there we'd dwell, there we'd grow There we were given choice and there we found our no. A grave entered the story, it hijacked the narrative But Jesus knew that would happen, plan A was restorative He entered the grave, cancelling it's power for us, Because He rose again, said my grace is enough And this resurrection, this eternal success

Means the choice NO made for us, now we give our best YES.