This is Easter,
when our hearts beat with truths
not facts,
pounding the rhythm of
some knowing
of rebirth
love
justice
and promises kept.
This is Easter
when we try to find words
paint pictures
make music
that captures
the unknowable,
all that is beyond
our small imaginings
This is Easter.
This celebration
of grace
beyond explanation,
of hope
transcending dread;
trusting the inconceivable,
availing ourselves
to a cosmos
filled with tender possibilities.
This is Easter
To be known by Love
in ways that make us fearless
in both life
and death.
Beautiful, hopeful poem!!!
Vickie
Easter wishes for you and yours!