I wrote this poetic piece as a reflection on how I have been feeling in dealing with my mom's death and wrestling with what Easter means in light of this personal time of grief. It seemed to me that Easter ought to have something to say about a personal grief, if it reflects some deeper truth about our lives with Spirit. At heart, Easter is about how life shows up despite death's best efforts. And no matter what else it is, life is certainly good.
Easter Dawns
This
Easter
all of
the metaphors
about
Spring and new life
crowd
into my mind.
One after
another,
they try
to explain how it works,
how life
can rise out of the frozen
muddy
earth.
But none
of the explanations
get it
quite right…
Until I
realize that words and metaphors,
symbols reaching
out toward hope
need to
be grounded in this reality
here and
now
in this
moment:
“Life has
hold of us
even in
the midst of death,
and life
is good."
