by Rev. Diane Rollert
March 31, 2024
Spirit of Life
Source of Love,
The sky is grey this Easter morning,
the trees quiet,
the buds on their branches barely visible.
But green is rising,
there is promise in the garden,
the daffodils have remembered to return,
their shoots have risen through the soil,
reclaiming their place in the order of things.
Each year the bulbs transform
from the hard cold
into harbingers of spring,
a rock rolls away from the tomb,
and the people rejoice
that a promise of peace might be fulfilled.
Somewhere,
as we sit in the quiet of this sanctuary,
we've been told
that talks are beginning again.
Can we pray for a ceasefire?
Can we imagine that leaders
entrenched in their own self preservation
can see reason
and find meaningful compromise,
for prisoners and hostages to be freed,
for the bombings to end?
We shout and we cry,
and we grieve,
for what still remains
beyond our reach
and beyond our control,
we argue over language
in our helplessness
and our hopelessness,
but real resolutions
are never found in words.
There are sacrifices to be made,
differences and inequalities
that will take generations to resolve.
We wait, we watch, we pray,
we do all we can to live for peace,
for the end to needless suffering,
for the right of every child to sleep
without hunger and without fear.
We wait, we watch, we pray,
for a reawakening earth,
for daffodils that will bloom
and turn their faces in gratitude
toward the sun.
Easter Meditation