He is Risen Indeed!

There is a hush upon the earth in the early hours prior to the rising of the sun. The air is cool and sweet with the scent of spring’s first full breath, and the sky trembles with the promise of dawn. All creation holds its breath in reverent stillness, waiting to rejoice in the wonder that will forever change the world.

For in a garden once marked by death and sorrow, the stone has been rolled away. The tomb, once sealed in silence, stands empty. And from its shadows steps forth the Light of the world, risen in glory, bearing not the marks of defeat, but the wounds of love triumphant.

As the sun creeps over the horizon, spilling gold across the hills and bathing the world in gentle fire, it seems to echo the deeper rising that has already taken place. The sun rises.

The sun rises not simply into the sky, but into every sorrowing heart. It rises into the weariness of our days, into the hollows of our longing, into the grave of our despair. The morning sun is but a mirror, reflecting a far greater radiance, the eternal morning that now breaks upon us, never to fade.

Let us walk into this morning with eyes lifted. The dew upon the grass glistens like tears that have been turned to joy. The birds lift their voices as if echoing the angel’s cry, He is not here. He is risen. And even the flowers seem to stretch themselves toward heaven, rejoicing in the warmth of a new creation.

What is this joy that sings in the very air? It is the cry of Love victorious. It is the music of chains falling, of hearts quickened, of life reborn. The darkness has not prevailed. The grave has lost its sting. Christ our Pasch has been sacrificed. Christ our Light has risen. Alleluia!

And so, beloved soul, lift your face to the dawn. Let the warmth of His Resurrection fall gently upon you. Let it awaken what once lay dormant. Let it call forth what once was buried. For the Son has risen, and with Him, all things are being made new.

This is the morning without end. This is the joy no night can overcome. This is Life in the Risen Son.


In the tender compassion of our God, the dawn from on high shall break upon us, to shine on those who dwell in darkness and the shadow of death, and to guide our feet into the way of peace. (St. Luke 1:78-79)

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