The Easter Altar Cross
On the holy night I kneeled down to pray
For a heavenly peace at the dawning of the day
And the Paschal flame danced round me in a million candle lights
But all that I could feel was the pressing dark of night.
“Why now, dear Lord, on Resurrection eve
Do you allow me in this way so heartily to grieve?
For many sorrows are pressing on my heart
As the Evil One tries hard to keep us apart.
“Why can’t I seem to find the peace in which I used to rest
When on holy days, in love I felt caressed.
On these great feasts, it seems, you now allow me to share
In a sort of suffering which had not formerly been there.”
All my thoughts were swirling, and I could not grasp why
It seemed that Easter peace and joy I simply could not find.
But then my eyes I raised, to the altar of sacrifice
And on it I saw a cross; and on it the crucified Christ.
I looked at it and thought, “Why, on Resurrection day
Do we this sight of death and suffering display?
Why, O Lord, did you return with wounds?”
“My child,” he said, “I do this for you.
“I want you to recall the love with which I suffered death
And how for you I gave my every breath.
And on that cross I saw your every deed
Which came, dear child, the two of us between.
“And you’ll recall that on the day I died
Behind a purple cloth my crucifix you hide.
Yet on Easter night, is my cross hidden away?
No, but rather unveiled, yet not until today.
“For in my Resurrection all sorrow is put to flight
Yet you must recall my Passion through this most sacred light.
For the sorrow of the day I died makes this rejoicing grand
And the Easter message shows, for your suffering, my plan.”
I looked once more at that unveiléd cross
And I saw how greater joy comes from every loss.
There are times when hope is hard, and when it’s hard to pray
But now I see the greatest gift of this Easter day.
In love our Savior died, in love again he rose
And now in our suffering, we are not alone.
And though in all life, suffering has a season,
Upon the Easter altar cross, in suffering I see reason.