HAPPY EASTER!

Since we're nearly at Easter Day, this post will be a little different. I came across a poem you might like--its first line will throw you for a bit of a loop, and then you'll just roll along with the rest of the lines.

Sometimes things don’t go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don’t fail.
Sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.

A people sometimes will step back from war,
elect an honest man, decide they care
enough, that they can’t leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.

Sometimes our best intentions do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen; may it happen for you.

Here's a surprise--the poet, a Welsh woman--doesn't want her name given. She's written many, many poems, published since the 1970s, and also writes novels and essays. But this poem, usually called "Sometimes," has been caught up in the whirlwind world of current non-stop, wow-look-at-this life we're living, and she got sick of seeing it everywhere.

So I'm honoring her wish to remain anonymous.

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So, you ask, how does this have anything to do with Easter? I'm glad you asked!

Let's think about it--two thousand years ago, give or take a few decades, a bunch of fledgling believers broke bread with a man they knew well (or so they thought) who said he'd die in a few more days and three days later, he'd rise from the dead. Well, some said, why not? He's done it before, for his friend Lazarus.

Others, of course, probably climbed on the fence, afraid to make a commitment to this  promise they'd been given. It just seemed so--well, so fantastic, right?

However, SOMETIMES . . . . You just gotta make that leap.

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This Easter Day, may the sun shine on you and your family. May you find all the Easter eggs hidden in the new green grass on your lawn. May it all happen for you.

Easter Blessings,

Thursday's Child