Hope Is Risen

Hallelujah!
As the spring sun coaxes lilies and bluebonnets from the soil,
Let us celebrate that even after murderous betrayal,
After days and nights suspended in torture,
When all the world has gone dark and we cried out,
“Why have You forsaken me?”—even then,
there is a sunrise.
Even then, there is a resurrection, if we will climb the hill to look for it.
If we will roll away the stone
And recognize the different shapes that Hope can take
To walk among us in the returning light.