Eastertide

Off in 30 minutes to the very early Easter service in the Rectory field. A bonfire is lit, and the Easter candle lit from that and taken to the Fisherman's Chapel. This poem is about Easter there...
 
Eastertide
 
Emptiness, bare altars, a sense of loss
A cold wind across a bleak landscape
So heavy laden, our heartfelt cross
But something new is taking shape
 
Gathering in the field, come to pray
And shivering through the icy start
Mary in despair, came along this way
Weeping, crying, of broken heart
 
The bonfire lit, the slightest flame
But soon the fire begins to burn
And there is gladness that we came
And every year we will return
 
The breaking dawn, the bread and wine
And once again, see the glory shine