On the third day the friends of Christ coming at daybreak to the place found the grave empty and the stone rolled away…. [T]hey hardly realised that the world had died in the night. What they were looking at was the first day of a new creation … and in a semblance of the gardener God walked again in the garden, in the cool not of the evening but the dawn.
~ G.K. Chesterton, The Everlasting Man
In honor of the dawn, Bach’s Easter Oratorio: