If then, Easter
A violet clematis bloomed last night,
yesterday’s bulging bud that caught my eye
now totally transformed and stretching wide,
sheathed in luscious color on a Spring morning.
The cardinal pair who stay close to our home,
grateful for the sunflower seed in the feeders,
tend their nest, hidden somewhere in a nearby tree,
out of my sight but nevertheless real.
Each morning we take our walk around the lake
and pay our respects to the geese and ducks
and the stately blue heron which always
silently encourages me to improve my posture.
If then, Easter is the return of life,
a resurgence out of a time of waiting, even loss,
a blossoming forth of hope that makes us
catch our breath with eyes straining to see all
lest we miss any morsel that is placed
on this table of delights by the Spirit
who is the pulsing heart of all life,
If then, Easter is this life
that I can see with my own eyes
and feel in my heart and touch softly
and even bring toward my face and smell,
I have only one thing to do:
Pause, and give thanks with my whole heart
for the force of love that
pushes through the dense soil of my own doubt.
Yes, pause and give thanks to God.