Beloved, the sun today may rise dimly in your spirit. Even as the tomb is empty, and Love has risen, The weight of the stone may still linger.

Because resurrection is not without struggle.
It still comes, even in the shadows,
With the quiet promise of grace.

And this, too, is resurrection.
Not because anyone earned it
But because grace cannot be contained.

Come out of the tomb of striving,
Where shadows weigh heavy.
Step into the light of hope,
Where Love restores and renews.

You are called by name,
Not for what you have done,
But for who you are…
Beloved.

In the garden, your name is spoken.
It is a whisper of spring, a call to step forward into life.
Not with judgment, but with tenderness.
Not with demands, but with delight.

Beloved, the grave cannot contain Love,
And shame cannot hold you.
Love has conquered death,
And you are free.

Go now into this Easter morning.
Walk with confidence as one who is loved,
Shine with radiance as one who is alive,
Proclaim with the boldness of one who knows:
You are already enough.