Enjoy it all (just over 4 1/2 minutes).

Michelangelo Buonarroti's Resurrection, Sistine Chapel, Rome

Alleluia, Jesus Christ is Risen! Happy Easter! pic.twitter.com/yMVvvcwh7k

— jake alano (@alano_jake) April 11, 2020

Risen Christ, for whom no door is locked, no entrance barred:
open the doors of our hearts, that we may seek the good of others
and walk the joyful road of sacrifice and peace,
through the Holy Spirit to the praise of God the Father.

Slightly edited–KSH.

"Sounds like birdsong and flowing water may alleviate stress, help lower blood pressure and lead to feelings of tranquility." https://t.co/Acg2mXcgcx

— Friends of the Wiss (@FOWissahickon) April 13, 2021

From there:

When asked the question, “What will we be after we die?” The human race has conjured up four answers.

1. Nothing – we will decay and/or disintegrate. Death is a dead end. Our works and reputation might survive, not us.
2. Ghosts – Phantoms of what we once were. Pale as Edgar Winters’ beard. Structured as a morning mist. What will we be after we die? Spectres.
3. Or, hawks. Or, cows, or a car mechanic in Kokomo. Reincarnation rewards or punishes us according to our behavior. We come back to earth in another mortal body. Or,
4. As part of the universe. Eternity absorbs us like a lake absorbs a storm. We return to what we were before we were what we are… we return to the cosmic consciousness of the universe.

According to some folks, we bury the soul when we bury the body like a wrapping with a hot dog, never expecting to see either again. Other people propose that the spirit abandons the body as a butterfly escapes the cocoon. Christianity, on the other hand, posits a new startling, surprising idea. What you had before death, you’ll have after death, only better, much, much better. You will go to paradise: heaven, but not home. Then, upon the return of Christ, you will receive a spiritual body and inhabit a restored universe. This is the promise of God. This promise hinges on the resurrection of Christ. The Christian hope depends entirely upon the assumption that Jesus Christ died a physical death, vacated an actual grave and ascended into heaven where he, at this moment, reigns as head of the church.

The Easter miracle, in other words, changed everything.

#Easter Garden at Holy Trinity #Bingley. pic.twitter.com/iaiGhl2xmF

— Andrew Clarke (@andrewclarkebd) April 13, 2021

From there:

If in that Syrian garden, ages slain,
You sleep, and know not you are dead in vain,
Nor even in dreams behold how dark and bright
Ascends in smoke and fire by day and night
The hate you died to quench and could but fan,
Sleep well and see no morning, son of man.
But if, the grave rent and the stone rolled by,
At the right hand of majesty on high
You sit, and sitting so remember yet
Your tears, your agony and bloody sweat,
Your cross and passion and the life you gave,
Bow hither out of heaven and see and save.

Weathers and seasons were part of the living world, and the movement between them was the world's breathing and showed that it was alive and in good health. Only when the rhythm became erratic, when the world drew its breath in great spasms, did they become afraid."C.R.Milne pic.twitter.com/r2AhQjKUEd

— A.A.Milne (@A_AMilne) April 13, 2021

O Risen Christ, who has said, Blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed: Mercifully grant that this benediction may be ours; so that, walking by faith and not by sight, we may evermore rejoice in thee, and confess thee as our Saviour, our Lord, and our God.

Beautiful Pastel colors this morning at the Rock Harbor, Orleans, Massachusetts. #capecod #StormHour #sunrise pic.twitter.com/71q10Rh2Ln

— Darius Aniunas (@dariusaniunas) April 15, 2021

I love thee, O Lord, my strength.
The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer,
my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge,
my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
I call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised,
and I am saved from my enemies.

–Psalm 18:1-3

Farm gate sunrise. I could never tire of this view 🌅#sunrise #view #farm #shepherdess pic.twitter.com/g1gDDUmFq2

— Alison O’Neill 🐑 Shepherdess (@woolismybread) April 15, 2021