And Still, We Rise

A Poem Inspired by Easter .................EllaeenahJadeFire

The night was long, the tomb was cold,

The stories silenced, truths untold.

But still the breath beneath the clay

Was turning dusk to break of day.

The stone was sealed, the world was still,

Yet Spirit moved beyond the will.

And in the dark, a light took form—

The seed of soul, the sacred storm.

We do not rise with trumpets loud,

But quiet hearts beneath the shroud.

We rise in tears, in cracked disguise,

In whispered prayers… And Still, We Rise.

The egg must break, the shell must fall,

For life to stretch beyond the small.

The cross we fear, the ache, the loss—

Becomes the gate, not the cost.

Spring doesn’t shout; it gently sings

In blooming buds and feathered wings.

So too, the soul begins to bloom

Inside the cave that feels like doom.

So if you’ve died in some old way,

If grief has kissed your life today—

Know this: the dawn is not a lie.

The soul remembers how to fly.

So rise - not rushed, but rooted and slow,

Like rivers learn which way to go.

You are the bloom, the breath, the flame—

The soul that rises in Love’s divine name.