Picked up a random poetry book From the crowded shelf. Quick easy hour read: Delight and wonder. Then, Found…
Easter During a Pandemic Part 1
No alarm clock pulling me from sleep.
No hurried drive to church in new pretty dresses.
No warm greetings from acquaintances:
“You look so nice.”
“It’s so good to see you.”
No grabbing a small purple or yellow or pink blossom
At the wooden doors of the sanctuary
To walk up the middle aisle and
Place amid the others on
The Christmas tree turned cross.
Blossoms set in place by chicken wire on an eternal emblem,
Symbolizing our joy at Christ’s Rising.
No finding our seats next to our parents,
With our daughters twirling about in their fancy dresses.
No loving kisses and hugs from my grandparents
As I take a place next to them
On the yellowed cushioned pew.
No special words from the Minister
As he welcomes us all to celebrate.
No family photo in front of the flowered cross.
No savory ham and potatoes, beans, and deviled eggs
To enjoy when we gather together with loved ones.
No Easter eggs hidden in the yard, behind bushes and tulips,
And tree trunks with joyous glee from the seekers finding the
Brightly painted pinks, blues, greens, treasured gems.
No, Easter is not the same this year.
Yet, Easter is still here…