Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Easter Week Morning

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Rising late from sleep, eating a slow

Breakfast with the radio on, we note
A reminder of the great faithfulness

Of Our Father--a chorus of yellow
Daffodils nod in agreement in the court-
Yard--of His mercies, new every morning,

Like the variation of birdsong wafting
From the trees, punctuated by gull cry.
We almost miss the significance of this
Peace, our son’s Easter Break from school

During Passion Week, how soft the cool
Breeze after months of frigid wind and ice,
How quickly we are lulled to comfort

While someone we don’t know suffers--
Taking all the blame for a guilty world--

And we marvel crossed contrails in the sky.
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