A wonderful sonnet from Malcolm Guite. See the whole thing at https://malcolmguite.wordpress.com/2021/04/04/a-sonnet-for-easter-dawn-5/
He blesses every love which weeps and grieves
And now he blesses hers who stood and wept
And would not be consoled, or leave her love’s
Last touching place, but watched as low light crept
Up from the east …
