The Garden, in the cool of the morning…

rainbow through trees, benmore gardens

May this Easter morning bring renewal

May your cross be empty and the stone rolled from your tomb

May every broken egg loose tiny chicks of hope

Though there are teeth in this morning air, the ground beneath is stirring

When we thought it all ended

Perhaps it just began….

For life is no leaky barrel

It is no unwinding spring

Life is no baton to hold a while then drop into another hand

It is a well within me

It is song

It is moment and forever

It is here

 

 

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