‘Tis the weeks after Easter at Harmony Place,
We go back to normal by entering our race.
Throughout the church—the story, the cross, the tomb, the crown;
The songs, the people, the services—all come down.
The celebration seems complete and life goes on.
We can hear the world say to us with a big yawn,
“Out with your bright colored eggs! Out with your lilies!
It’s time to take down that cross! Won’t you do it? Please?”
So now, the stage is set. It’s up to me and you.
We have a decision to make. What will we do?
On the one hand, we can stop our great jubilee:
We quit rejoicing; stop singing the melody.
On the other hand, we can relive our great joy:
We proclaim a triumph that no one can destroy.
May everything we do stay pointed at the cross,
That beautiful place where all is counted as loss.
May we always speak eagerly of Easter cheer
Today, tomorrow, and every day of the year.
Peace,
Dexter
