Meanwhile....

Christ is Risen!

If 

hope is the thing with feathers

then

joy is the thing with wings.

It promises flight as

though I could close my eyes tap my heels together and

lift my heart soul mind body

a little balloon catching the wind.

turquoise and yellow skirt billowing 

sending me high in the sky floating

above wars and bombings dsssand shootings and death

all the while collecting the children beneath me

who do not yet know the fear that snaws or the doubting of Thomases or

the shouting of cynics

we just fly to a land where is a always spring and 

green and flowers sing in color and

the chidren will tell stories of

where they were before they were born because

they are stil young enough to remember and

when

we look deeply into one another’s eyes

all

we will see is love.