April 12, 2020
April 12, 2020
Late winter snow blankets the ground
Vernal pools lie still and frozen
But the sun rises …
Existential dread blankets the globe
Self-isolating households hunker down
But the sun rises …
Doubts claw at the edge of consciousness
What if what we have known what we have been what we have loved
Will never be the same
But the sun rises …
An Easter dawns like no other Easter
Subdued, unravelled, disoriented
No gathered voices raised in alleluias, the shadow of death lingering into morning
But the Son rises …
Tim Ensworth
April 12, 2020