Circle of Hope

We’re post resurrection, and I am already easily distracted from living in the Rising. I can get so busy that I can even miss the rising of apparently dead or dying things.

There are these trees on Frankford Ave, one pretty close to the front door of my office. On Sunday, my friend from out of town asked a local friend to take a picture of the blossoming branches-I don’t know what kind of tree they are but they are reminiscent of the cherry blossom. Three days later, after walking by the trees without yet noticing the blooming, I saw my friend about to take a photo and he pointed out the new life to me.

This morning, however, sitting in my backyard with my mug and my book, I was overwhelmed by the harmonies of the chorus of dozens of birds singing. There was no not-noticing here. I was actually paying attention, looking for signs of the Spring, affects of Resurrection in Kensington.

May you not be too busy to notice as I was, yet I hope we can be open to others pointing it out. May we all sit in the glowing newness even in the face of the dirt and grime and know that Christ is indeed Risen.

I sit in a swirl
Of the whole of creation
Singing out to You.