James Tipp

Rookie - 408 Points (20-06-1945 / East London)

Easter Morning - Poem by James Tipp

The world wakes up to the sound of bird song
The day is as ever nothing has changed
But for the people of ‘The Way’ life has darkened
They look back down the ages to a single point
A cross on a hill raised high with bloody corpses
To explain the now they look back to the then
But they need to move from the past to the now.
We need to relish the resurrection and its meaning
Realise that he is the one who is present now
Has been present building his people always
Not confined to an alleluia for just forty days
But an alleluia that rings out the message
In a constant stream of living hope in the now.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 9, 2009

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