Happy Easter

Make visible what, without you, might never

have been seen.

Robert Bresson

Since I left the Catholic Church, I feel a bit lonely about Easter. But that's all right. My faith in renewal, in the divine all around us, in love, remains. I remember this poem:



The Palm at the End of the Mind


After fulfilling everything
one two three he came back again
free, no more prophecy requiring
that he enter the city just this way,
no more set-up treacheries.
It was the day after Easter. He adored
the eggshell litter and the cellophane
caught in the grass. Each door he passed
swung with its own business, all the 
witnesses along his route of pain
again distracted by fear of loss
or hope of gain. It was wonderful
to be a man, bewildered by 
so many flowers, the rush
and ebb of hours, his own
ambiguous gestures--his 
whole heart exposed, then
taking cover.


--Kay Ryan


Happy Easter.