in-between
space in midst
of thought and action
exhalation
inhalation
in-between
knowledge
of before
and
after
the present
moment
nexus
point of now
when all creation
holds
its
breath
Moving to the moment
With the eye widening
Heart stopping
Awareness
Of
Eternal
Incarnational
Now
He is risen!
He is risen indeed!
Happy Easter, everyone – may it be a day of beauty and love for you and yours.
blessed be the hours of early morning
when the light seeps slowly across the water
blessed be that light
that fills the windows full open to the morning
breeze and the scent of resurrected green
blessed be that breeze
which scatters the blown petals
of dogwood and redbud trees
carpeting the garden path with bright confetti
blessed be those feet
whose boots track spent pink petals
across the just swept kitchen floor
blessed be that love
that fills this kitchen with heavens color
and sacred morning light
blessed be
Eastertide on the Ridge
The passion of spring awakes
with the blooming of the serviceberry,
first blooms for the early spring graves.
The rocky paths are soon strewn,
not with palm fronds,
but the blown blossoms of redbuds,
a confetti of papery pinks and faded roses.
Earth’s resurrection promise
is finally in full view
as the dogwoods bring forth their flowers,
decorating the hillsides
in Christ’s wounds.
He is Risen
He is Risen, Indeed!
Happy Easter!
All the world rejoices – He is Risen!
blessings of springs new life
resurrection promises
kept year after year
white blooms of dogwood
lift the ridges
to the rising sun
hillsides decorated
in the symbols of Christ’s wounds
Spring Rain
Rain falls on the just and the unjust
And we are all grateful for it
Lent has moved slowly and our penance
Has been dull as grayed snow
Now the Holy Week brightens
In pear blossoms and birdsong
Soon the ridges will green
And the hollows will be decorated in Christs wounds.
Eastertide on the Ridge
The passion of spring awakes
with the blooming of the serviceberry,
first blooms for the early spring graves.
The rocky paths are soon strewn,
not with palm fronds,
but the blown blossoms of redbuds,
a confetti of papery pinks and faded roses.
Earth’s resurrection promise
is finally in full view
as the dogwoods bring forth their flowers,
decorating the hillsides
in Christ’s wounds.
Kathleen G. Everett © 2012
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