It always amazes me, that we can feel……have…..know, the power of the resurrection each new morning. I didn’t feel very resurrected this morning at all, when I climbed into my sweats and went out to pray in the half light. But by the time I came out? I was a new creation. And once again I felt Easter. Each day somehow we get the strength to get up and do it all over again.
That’s the power of the resurrection, the power of the cross, the power of the empty tomb! Hallelujah……
I offer this poem to you this morning…….It moved me:
Psalm by Thomas Merton
When no one listens to the quiet trees,
when no one notices the sun in the pool
When no one feels the first drop of rain
Or sees the last star
Or hails the first morning
Of a giant world
Where peace begins and rages end:
One bird sits still
Watching the work of God:
one turning leaf,
two falling blossoms,
Ten circles upon the pond……..
from Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander…..full poem available there.