Easter Week, by Charles Kingsley was the choice Sandra Palmer made for a poem about Easter to be read at Vespers in Eastertide. Sandra remarks:
It was a strange Easter Day. No communal triumphal joyful singing of Jesus Christ is Risen Today or Jesus Lives thy Terrors Now, no sense of the church bursting into life with Easter colours and flowers after a subdued Lent, no children racing round the pews collecting eggs.
But I am finding this Easter season meaningful in a new, quieter but more intense way. The seeds in my garden ‘so long in darkness sleeping’ are coming to life .
Day by day I am noticing small resurrections as plants bud and flower. Birds sing. Blue tits visit, as does a robin . A solitary butterfly flies across each day .
There are many reports that, with the reduction in road and rail traffic, nature is being renewed. We live in a time of tragedy and fear as did those first disciples but Easter reminds us of hope of renewal.
And not only a hope of renewal of the earth but also a hope of renewal for our unjust world. Charles Kingsley (1819-1875) was a Christian Socialist . His faith gave him hope of a renewal of society – that, too , is my Easter hope .