The priests conspire. Money changes hands.
Even still, the truth must be buried in dark.
And yet it bursts forth. Indomitable, it rises:
a spring-bloom which cannot be killed…
When the first-fruits sprout, the harvest follows.
The best-laid plans of priests and men
cannot contain what God has raised.
See, it shatters every earthly tomb.
The Consolations of Writing 
Simply beautiful truth. Well done.
Thanks Tony! Happy Easter.