EASTER THEMES
THE PERENNIAL SPRING
Nothing is more beautiful as Spring
When weeds in wheel, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strike like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue, that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
In the octet of this sonnet, Hopkins captured not only its beauty but also the vibrancy and vitality of spring. However glorious spring is, it is all too brief - the loveliness fades and eventually dies. But before that happens we enjoy "all things generate anew; the soil of winter is gone, and of summer is not yet come." Andrewes assured us it is God who makes "all our gardens green, sends us yearly the spring, and all the herbs and flowers we then gather." Thus spring at its very best is like a painting and we rejoice in the handiwork of the Artist. Such rejoicing can be ours forever, for there is such a spring that lasts forever in heaven. Here spring is eternal with its lushness and loveliness; where "nothing fades, but all springs fresh and green". Hence "at this time, here, but, at all times there, a perpetual spring; no other season there but that. For such 'an inheritance, blessed be God.'"
Just as there can be no spring without winter, so there can be no resurrection without death. The starkness and death-like appearances of our gardens, meadows and parks in winter remind us that there cannot be life without being stripped bare. And so Christ was stripped of every shred of dignity and honour before He shed His blood. He is the naked branch which in due time will explode with life in all its freshness and greenery.
The wonderful, triumphant news of Easter, of Christ "trampling down death by death, And upon those in the tombs bestowing life" was presented by Andrewes in spring imagery. Christ "made such a herb grow out of the ground this day as the like was never seen before, a dead body to shoot forth alive out of the grave."
After the broken body of Christ was taking from the Cross and embraced by His blessed Mother and lovingly embalmed, it was placed tenderly in the tomb in a garden "wherein the ground was in all her glory, fresh and green and full of flowers." During those three days in the "'heart of the earth'" there was "life in it" when Christ preached to the souls in Hades, and released Adam and all mankind gone before Him. Christ's time there was like "the earth dead for a time, all the winter". However "when the waters of heaven fall on it, shows it has life, bringing forth herbs and flowers again. And even so, when the waters above the heavens, and namely the dew of this day distilling from Christ's rising, will in like sort drop upon it, ... 'as the dew of the herbs, and the earth will give forth her dead.'" Christ's time in the 'heart of the earth' is also compared with those three days Jonah spent in the belly of the whale. When Jonah was cast up "on dry land" it was the sign for "Christ's arising out of His sepulchre, "from death to life immortal".
Returning to the sonnet, Hopkins in the sextet he pens that the perfection of spring was man's too before he sinned and was cast out of paradise.
What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain on the earth's sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden - Have get, before it cloy,
Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
Most, O maid's child, thy choice and worth the winning
That perfection is once again possible for man through the "maid's child", who in breaking the bond of death, the sentence for man's sin, has restored the "Easter garden".
Nevertheless we children of Eve, through lack of faith, continually ask, "Where may this be" this perfect Spring? As frail creatures we know only this, "It is not here - upon earth no such seat, All here savour of the nature of the soil, corrumpi, contaminari, marcescere, are the proper passions of earth, and all earthly things." After Adam's sinning in the Garden of Eden the perennial Spring of Paradise was lost, and thus unobtainable for us. However through God's infinite love and mercy the second Adam assured us of another garden, another paradise, even better than the first - heaven, from where the Word had come to reconcile Eden with heaven. By living in obedience to His Father's will He absorbed the disobedience of that first Adam into His crucified body and took it back to heaven. Here nothing is now defiled, "all things keep and continue to this day in their first estate, the original beauty they ever had." We too can hither ascend to that perfection through His death and rising.
Christ not only offers us the heavenly garden but He is the perpetual gardener. A dedicated gardener knows how to root out weeds that choke growth and bloom, and so does the Risen Christ who continually weeds our garden of the soul and looks after them by watering "them with the dew" in order to bring forth flowers of grace. Yet it is not only our souls that He tends to, but also our bodies. He will "turn all our graves into garden-plots", with the firm assurance that "one day [He will] turn land and sea and all into a great garden, and so husband them, as they shall in due time bring forth live bodies, even all our bodies alive again."
This eternal garden is thus the gift of the Resurrection of Christ. Just as spring heralds the certainty of life and loveliness ahead, so does the Resurrection. This brings hope to our hearts that have been imprisoned by sin and death: "The hope of that life immortal is the very life of this life mortal." Yet the good news is that we do not have to wait until we have died to experience the eternal life because Christ's resurrection enables us to enjoy our "inheritance" now. The resurrection gives grace; "this day it has an efficacy continuing, that shows forth itself." Or as he preached in an earlier sermon, the Resurrection is the foundation of our faith.
Of all that be Christians, Christ is the hope; but not Christ every way considered, but as risen. Even in Christ unrisen there is no hope. Well does [St. Paul] begin here; and when he would open to us a gate of hope, carry us to Christ's sepulchre empty; to show us, and to hear the angels say, He is risen. Then after to deduce; if He were able to do thus much for Himself, He has promised us as much, and will do as much for us. We shall be restored to life.