by Pavel Chichikov
THE FEAST
Hear the lark ascending
From a dewy bed
Rise to life unending
Wake you sleepy dead
Jesus has departed
From a night of stone –
Free the broken-hearted
And tormented One
Now you too are risen
If you wake and hear
Stony Earth is riven
Life unending near
As the sound of wings
As the feeding bee
Hear it as I sing
Rise and follow Me
No we cannot rise
Heavy death forbids –
Death is telling lies, my dears,
Raise your sleepy lids
Raise your sleepy lids and look
See the crimson East
Crimson as the blood they took,
Flowing at the Feast
Flowing at the Feast, my dears
Raise the golden cup
Gold as any noon, my dears –
Follow, follow up
