Easter Bright ~ a poem for Easter by Peter Hellard-Malt.

This morning begins with a quiet frost
a carpenter sky, pale and ordinary
low expectations drifting in from Nazareth

By mid-morning, scattered light
gentle warmth moving among crowds
a chance of healing in open places
some may notice loaves increasing without explanation

Into the afternoon, conditions turn unsettled
authorities gathering like thick cloud
pressure dropping over Jerusalem
voices rising, thunder without rain

Evening brings a sudden storm
darkness at an unusual hour
curtains torn by unseen wind
one might say the forecast has gone quite wrong

Overnight, a deep stillness
he kind that feels like waiting
tombs sealed, hope folded away
no visibility, not even for seasoned prophets

But at dawn, quite without warning
a bright and unreasonable sunrise
stone rolled aside like morning mist
death giving way as if it were only weather

Outlook for the week
light continues, stubborn and uncontained
scattered appearances of joy
and a general lifting of all things once thought final

Pete Hellard -Malt
St Mary-at-Latton
Easter 2026