An Easter Poem
The earth is mute, pregnant with potential
This is a season filled with a timid power
Where the night meets the first bird’s song,
Where nothingness meets surrendering,
Where the plow meets unearthing,
Where shedding meets repairing,
Where the beak meets the shell,
Where control meets release.
The earth holds the weight of grief--an oppressive gray
Yet the earth can not keep You
There is a power to be unveiled
And there are Wounds to be witnessed
You said, “Do not let your hearts be troubled”
And in the tension between death and Life
On the road filled with fear and joy
You walk with us.