Easter Sunday Evening Walk
began with this:
"Mom, look up!
Do you see that feather in the sky?"
The gentle sweetness of a wee one
Flowered flip flops with chipped toenail paint from playing
A feathered friend who stopped me with his pecking. I stopped and watched him quite a while.
"I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly."
Gratitude in this heart for life, for people I love,
for forgiveness, for hope.
For the reality that, because of Christ, life offers me new starts again and again.