Easter Light in a Monochrome World

A world in monochrome;
The moorland uplands stolen to the mist;
There’s a chill in the air.
British summertime;
Official stance, 
but to achromatic striation 
The skies return
In a blanket of grey
And intermittent rain.

My world needs light; 
Merge  pascal flame 
And joyful song-
Somehow.
For this is how-
Somehow 
The wrath of God
to God of love
Transformed and satisfied 
Casts the shroud
Dispels the dark
Filling the void with 
Easter light.