Et Resurrexit Tertia Die
(Bach, Credo, B-Minor Mass)
Three short days of twilight and darkness,
dawn and the light. The elements, free
of all knowledge, unblessed by prediction, yet sensed the
Creator entombed by creation, the loftiest heights
brought low, the universe madly askew. Three
short days with the length of three endless nights.
Three times, forced by its nature to shine
the sun reluctantly rose. In the skies no sign
through clouds of a bow. The earth which knew not how
its Maker turned Captive had been yet felt the wrong.
The winds whistled dirges. Three endless
Days — then the groan of creation exploded in song.