(To be hummed quietly to oneself in the days following the Easter blowout)
Relax now, heavenly hosts and choirs of angels,
and give your trumpets a vacation
after the victory of our mighty King.
Relax and breathe now, all the round earth,
quiet with a glorious splendor,
for darkness has been vanquished by our eternal King.
Relax and be glad now, Mother Church,
and let your holy courts, in peace and quiet,
reflect on the saving of your people.
All you who rest near this intimate and holy flame,
pray with me to God the Almighty
for the grace to live in worthy praise of this great light
through Jesus Christ his Son our Lord,
who lives and rests with him,
in the stillness of the Holy Spirit,
one God, for ever and ever. Amen.
Lovely. Is this an original Rodger offering? In any case I will hold it for Easter weeks to come.
It is — from several years ago.
Since it’s an Easter poem, I resurrect it each year.