Love Is Come Again

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

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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

But inside, the changes that come over those in love are remarkable. Darkness to light. Sadness to joy. Confusion to peace. Pride to love.

 

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