As I think on the symbolic events of this week: the parade,
the betrayal, the arrest and trial, the killing and the living again, all
around me earth is coming to new life. Out my window, the trees are fecund with
lime green buds and fragile flowers, dripping their sweet honey, enchantment to bees and butterflies. Daffodils and crocus have risen from brown
earth in glorious colors of
Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
They wave
and dance in the cool March breezes.
A late snow has come in the darkness of the night. Smooth
and sensuous, he kissed each blade of grass and tender bud with sly allure,
crooning a lullaby to sing sweet Spring back into her dream sleep. But she will
have none of it! Twirling with gusto, she laughs and opens her ruby red lips to
drink in the tune, liquid music warmed by dawn’s light.
Arrest? Trial? There will be none for this Lady. She dances on, her parade never ends. She moves through darkness and light with love
and assurance. Like a phoenix rises from ashes, she is never laid to rest for
any longer than the cycle of Holy Life permits. She does not question, when
accused. She has no need to defend herself against that which will ultimately amount
to a short term setback. She surrenders and rises again. She can do nothing
else. It is who she is.
Life wins! Love wins! The sacred relationships of Life are
perpetually on parade. They march forward in one grand chorus of interdependent
harmony. And I am just a note, or perhaps a rest, on the score of such
miraculous music.
As sleep restores our bodies, so does Life go to her Winter’s
rest. This is part of the song. The darkness is an inherent characteristic of
the light, and the light, is ever and always, the essence of darkness
expressed. Spaces and notes.
Let this be my covenant: to honor the dance of the darkness
and light. As in nature, so within the temple of my heart and mind. May I
reverence who I am in this sacred Love relationship in ways that steady my
soul to extend generosity and compassion to all else. May I surrender my leaves
in Autumn and stand stoic and strong through the Winters of Life, as the trees
brace themselves against the promise of a blazing winter’s sunset. And may I
come to Life over and over again, singing Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
as beautiful Spring insists on flowering her way to the lazy
days of Summer.
Let this be my resurrection song!!
Sending you love and always, peace in the darkness and joy in the light!
_/\_Peggy @ Ecumenicus
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