Graves of God

O Graves of God,

Live stones of faith!

Spires of hope

That pierce the sullen skies,

Draw earthwards promised fire:

New life born of God!

Sin like a festering flower

Died in the death of God.

God/Man was raised by God:

All are raised in power!

I see the grave and Christ ascending,

The empty tomb and mercy pending;

And in the Blood of sacrifice

Resplendent the spires of Paradise!

~a Carthusian monk