In the grave they laid Him, Love by hatred slain,
Thinking that never He would wake again.
Laid in the earth like grain that sleeps unseen:
Love is come again, like wheat arising green.
Easter Carol Now the Green Blade Rises
Love Is Come Again
For me this Easter, finding humility was a lot like the way romantics talk about falling in love. From outside, it looks like a change from sanity to madness:
Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.
As You Like It, Shakespeare