From Luke’s telling of the resurrection story: “Peter got up and ran to the tomb; stooping and looking in, he saw the linen cloths by themselves; then he went home, amazed at what had happened.” (Luke 24:12, NRSV)

How amazing it is
that words evaporate like the early morning mist
that silence wraps the truth of love in rich story
that slow steps transform into the rhythm of dance
that gentle harmonies rise from the earth herself.
Rising like wheat that springeth green.

How amazing that so persistent is the song of life,

it sounds even from the hollow space of the grave.
It sounds out woundedness, grief and loneliness.
It sounds out justice, mercy, faithfulness and courage.
It sounds out the glory that is friendship and love.
So, dance then, wherever you may be.


(The only flowers in my garden this cold Easter day! Photo taken 31st March 2013)