Alleluia! Christ is Risen. The Lord is risen indeed. Alleluia! This is our proclamation as Easter people. Jesus has come out of the tomb; Death is defeated by Love and Life. As Easter people we may live without fear, trusting that this victory is for us. We are free to live and love, right now, in our very lives, in this place; for death has no power over the Love that sustains us and gives us breath and life. The poet Mary Oliver expresses this Easter proclamation in a quiet way in her poem "Messenger" --any shouting is in concert with what we see and know-- simply living. in a way that rejoices and notices, nurtures and bears Love.
My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird—
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the ingredients are here,
which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.
~ “Messenger” by Mary Oliver, from Thirst