Árdís - 01.01.1950, Side 18

Resurrection
The garden, belonging to Joseph of Arimathea, was a poem of
natures beauty, of disordered and rugged loveliness. Boulders and
rocks were strewn here and there in careless confusion. Cypress
trees, gnarled oaks and dark groves of cedar, rose to uneven heights
and thickets with grapevines filled low lying places. Silver threaded
rivulets and gurgling brooks leaped and danced over rocks and
under mossy stones and lost themselves in deep shadowy crags
and dense fernery.
Here was a soft velvety slope dappled with lights and shadows,
fragrant with perfume and gleaming with colors • of the rose,
mignionette and jasmin. There a rocky upland reared it’s head
as sentinel over all and into this rock a tomb had been hewn.
The entrance to this tomb was arched by an old twisted oak,
whose knotted branches interlaced in sombre dignity. At the foot
of this majestic tree, lily seeds had fallen and in time raised their
stalks bravely and bloomed. The gleaming, white shallow cups
held up by dwarfed stems, lighted up the darker place beside the
opening of the tomb.
This day began as all other days. Daylight moved down from
the hilltops and was welcomed lustily by the song of birds. The
sunbeams, strong and warm, filtered through the trees and speckled
the swards of summer green. All became radiant and the breeze sang
through the murmuring grass.
As the day passed the sky darkened. Shadows filled the coves
and flowers bowed their heads before the moaning wind as if in
fear. The sky, now black and threatening, rumbled and flashed
angered lightning. The trees bent low and the lillies at the foot of
the old oak, cowered and folded their white petals in terror as the
very earth quivered.
Then came a stillness, an awesome silence. The darkened clouds
turned to gray and the sun sent beams of light to the summit of a
nearby hill, overlooking a deep, rocky crevice. Sunbeams shone
on three crosses that rose black and stark against the sky.
The lillies looked up. The terror was passing and soon peace was
restored to the garden. Sunshine stole down the hillside and all
seemed well again.