SoL4c: Sonnet XV Easter Dawn – Malcolm Guite

Sonnet XV Easter Dawn – Malcolm Guite

An extra sonnet for Easter morning – in my series of sonnets and I dedicate this sonnet to my friend Mary, and to the memory of her husband Gavin, may he rest in peace and rise in glory.


He blesses every love which weeps and grieves

And now he blesses hers who stood and wept

And would not be consoled, or leave her love’s

Last touching place, but watched as low light crept

Up from the east. A sound behind her stirs

A scatter of bright birdsong through the air.

She turns, but cannot focus through her tears,

Or recognise the Gardener standing there.

She hardly hears his gentle question ‘Why,

Why are you weeping?’, or sees the play of light

That brightens as she chokes out her reply

‘They took my love away, my day is night’

And then she hears her name, she hears Love say

The Word that turns her night, and ours, to Day.

© Malcolm Guite from Sounding the Seasons, Canterbury Press 2012