Dunardagh in Spring

Soft leaves in rustling whispers say
He rides upon the morning breeze
High about the earth’s dark decay
Spring waters rise to greet Him
Laughing as they run their cleansing way
Cherry blossom lifts her dewy head
In praise,
As blood red tulips stand erect and say
He is risen, He is risen as He said
Shy bluebells, while primrose nods to daisy
And spread their floral carpet beneath His wounded feet
Then blackbird on a topmost branch
The Easter Anthem sings
Alleluia for the risen King!

Rita Smyth DC