Night Of Resurrection Poem by Octavian Cocos

Right near the churchyard, which is on the hill,
Where sleep the dearest ones that passed away
With bitter tears in eyes we're standing still
Thinking of them, as we do every day.

Thousands of little stars are twinkling now
The sky is clear, enchanting our eyes,
Up there the angels are prepared to bow
Because tonight Lord Jesus will arise.

A few more steps and we have reached the site
The church is charming and we hear its call
We get inside, although the place is tight
And everything is solemn, stern and small.

Candles are burning brightly all around
The flames are putting us under a spell
My soul is quickly rising from the ground
Hearing that death cannot lead us to hell.

Now, we are going back to grandma's place
Who has prepared red eggs and baked sweet bread
And seeing us she says with cheerful face:
"Christ is alive and never will be dead".