
Waiting, waiting, we wait
in lengthened nights and
chilled soil and cloistered suns
for warmer, lighter, moister days
to dawn
From on high—and pulsing
in the depths—we hear
“Wait… Wait… Be still…”
and “Coming—
I did, I am, I will.”
Snow on Good Friday We grieve when snow falls on Good Friday eve. What about the greening, the beginnings of spring? when like manna fallen from Heaven— “My body broken for you” into flakes and crumbs— soft, pure-white flesh spread upon all that lies both dormant and sprouting, at morn reflects the rising sun; except…
Easter (that is, Jesus’ resurrection) is the reason why I … have hope in the future. find prayer, praise, and song rising from within me. must also die but can also truly live. desire to tell others about the empty tomb. have something worth telling/writing about. want to publish the Good News!