“Be Of Good Cheer”
The landscape is still brown
And gray, there’s a dried-up
Crab apple or two.
Down the path robins and
Barn doves and cardinals
Are pecking in the brush;
And they are glad to see us.
In a clearing, the damp meadow
Erupts into spring, offering us
Bright colors and peace.
Not just for us, not just here;
And the empty tomb is way behind us.
That’s how it is after the Resurrection
Truly, the springtime of mother earth
and her people. Imagine, spring forever
It will be like that.