Monday, April 21, 2003

HAPPY EASTER!!!


Once more the northbound Wonder

Brings back the goose and crane,

Prophetic Sons of Thunder,

Apostles of the Rain.


In many a battling river

The broken gorges boom;

Behold, the Mighty Giver

Emerges from the tomb!

Now robins chant the story

Of how the wintry sward

Is litten with the glory

Of the Angel of the Lord.


His countenance is lightning

And still His robe is snow,

As when the dawn was brightening

Two thousand years ago.


O who can be a stranger

To what has come to pass?

The Pity of the Manger

Is mighty in the grass.

Undaunted by Decembers,

The sap is faithful yet.

The giving Earth remembers,

And only men forget.


John G. Neihardt wrote this poem in 1908 after the pieces of it came to him in a dream, and he later considered it one of his best. Neihardt, poet laureate of Nebraska, taught English and poetry at the University of Missouri - Columbia for a number of years.

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