Archive 05/01/11

 

   

First Sunday After Easter

                                                                  

 

In a mysterious way

Known only to its Maker,

This spring-singing Sunday

Is possessing our receptive spirits,

Taking us, by our naked faith,

And leading us to a place,

In the mystical distance,

Where our yearning souls

Wait to join us,

Halfway between death and new breath,

Before delivering us

To be anointed in the merciful certitude

Of God's perfect Word —

His acceptance of our love,

Into His love's covenant.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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