“And there was light”

It’s Summer Time at 6am the day
the clocks have changed. Within,
the Lady Chapel broods
a silent dark. Without,
the dawning chorus start an inkling
there is something in the air:

Let there be light they sing and
flickers of remembering
catch in charcoal, flaring
fire and flame and
bursting to Exsultet! Be radiant
in the brightness of your King!

It’s Summer Time and everything
has changed. An angel
perches where the stone is rolled and
all is surging life on life expressly
as foretold.

Clare Bryden “And there was light”, Theology, Volume 128, Issue 3, 23 May 2025.
Poetry. (2025). Theology, 128(3), 207-210. https://doi.org/10.1177/0040571X251335515 (Original work published 2025)