– Easter Psalm –

I was in darkness
then you came searching,
looking on earth,
for someone who was tired of earth,
I saw you watching,
stained with the heart’s colour,
the wounded kingfisher;

I was a nest
built of old stolen things,
hidden amongst thorns,
you sought me out
and made your home in me.
Let the sunlight grow upon the rocks,

for I was cold
until I felt your touch,
I was the coldest stone
before I saw you rise in rising hands.
I was as blind as stone
and you have made me into your eye.

Let the compass spin
until it points to you;
I was the long silence
before your name is uttered,
I was your ink
and you have written me
into your name.

And let the road
lead back into a twisted world,
let it make a cross
with every other road,
and let the sleeping child
continue to breathe his father’s breath.

– Kevin Hart