Wednesday, 27 March 2013

Son of the Sun. A Song of Easter

Heinrich Hofman, Christ at 33 (1889)
This original poem invites both a reflection on and a remembrance of the life, death and resurrection of Jesus of Nazareth during a time of turbulence when all human values have been hurled to the elements.

The music that accompanies this piece was composed and performed by Nico Di Stefano

Son of the Sun can be streamed using the media player above. A CD quality mp3 audio file is available for download here.

The Poem


Son of the Son

A Song of Easter

We did not know that blood could shine through thorns
That air could erupt in rays and points of light,
Forms of fine flame appearing and then vanishing around you

Son of the Sun, Son of Man
You show your face again and again
In these days of passion, compassion and pain
These days of fire and storm and shame
To all who would call you by your name.

In forest on sea and in desert dry
You walked and waited and then turned around.
Those who heard your story, who saw your glory
Will never lose sight of your many faces,
In trance and wonder, in crystalline graces.

Perfect pearl reflects and refracts
In changing hues in reds and blues
The places and faces now fixed in time.
Within this sphere of earth sublime
The stories untold, in silver and gold,
The present and past, the first and the last.

Now the stone rolled over to close the wound
Of an earth long seeded with blood and grief
Restored in love renewed in light
With a thief to the left and a thief to the right
With blood run thin with day become night.

To you who once were who are and will be
To you who were emptied of blood and of water
Remember the land and the sky and the sea
And strengthen and comfort the sons and the daughters
Yet to return to our great mother Earth
To restore and renew and to bring to new birth.