Prelude

6 04 2011

My eyes still closed, a misty dream
dissolves into a tinkling sound
of rain, I think. But no — the light
is bright through eyelids. Foggy thoughts
congeal and body settles out
of clouds and back to now I know
the sound. A morning chorus, feath-
ered flutes alert to cues, they watch
the Hand that holds the wand. And I
awake to all their joy, my heart
now stirred to listen, enters in.

A river runs a river’s course
and sometimes disappears to flow
beneath the rocks in paths unseen,
until at last it breaks its bonds
and gushes forth in sparkling dance,
its fragrance cool, its music sweet,
and all creation drinks the notes
and echoes back in waking tones
the singing of this symphony.

In pulsing gloom of midday storm
I sit in pool of honeyed light
and hear the cymbal, feel the drum,
then soft the patient pattering.
My fingers tingle restlessly
and move to touch familiar keys,
but not to follow former forms,
they dance a new unpracticed step —
accompany the song of rain,
of river running, morning flute,
the cymbal, drum, an orchestra
that sweeps me up and carries me
beyond myself. I hear a sense
of all things waiting, hoping, know-
ing what must be will be. A pierc-
ing nail, a rending veil, a God
entombed. My God entombed. My God.

(A river runs a river’s course
and sometimes disappears to flow
beneath the rocks in paths unseen.)
A host of heralds watch the Hand
that cues the morning’s trumpet blast,
a stone to move, a curse reverse,
a God to break the bonds of death
and, bounding forth in glorious dance,
His living water springing free,
its fragrance cool, its music sweet,
the crashing sound of death’s defeat.

Let all creation drink the notes —
a cross, a tomb, a risen King —
and echo back in waking tones
the singing of this symphony.

The music is always there. May we have ears to hear it. Celebrating the practice of Easter in community:


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6 responses

6 04 2011
Mama Zen

Beautiful!

9 04 2011
jeannedamoff

Thank you!

6 04 2011
Barbara Thayer

A beautiful description of God’s creation. Like springtime reawakening the earth….so the resurrection awakens our hope, our promise, our assurance in Christ that we will inherit eternal life in Him. Thank you for this wonderful word picture.

9 04 2011
jeannedamoff

Thanks for your kind words, Barbara.

7 04 2011
laura

Oh, so lovely…the photographs are breathtaking. I feel Easter inside–that waking up of my soul–when I read these words.

9 04 2011
jeannedamoff

Thanks, lovely Laura. xo

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