Oh, Spendthrift Love, Oh, Lay Me Down Love, even from the tree you coax: follow me. Oh, Love That Never Dies, could I love like the pear tree loves in heedless scarlet surrender to the grey autumn sky? Could I run breathless bearing bright bouquets across the fields to you? Could I with mad extravagance pour out all my oil upon your brow? Could I throw caution to the wind and fling myself over the lake in a flurry of milkweed seeds and cattail fur? Could we rendezvous in every crack and cranny of creation where you issue in sweet tenderness? Could I be held enthralled by wonder unable to move across a room for need to kneel at every step in praise? Could I place my palm upon the surface of any cheek and trace the contours of grace with a finger? Oh Love That Never Dies, teach my heart to love again. Teach me desire that draws life from dry bones like orange flames leaping from kindling sticks. Oh Way is Narrow Love, Oh Take Up Your Cross Love, teach me resurrection passion. I've had enough of death.
Perhaps you have had enough of death, as well.
Take a chance.
Fling yourself into the arms of your existence.
Let yourself be held in a long embrace.
Such amazing goodness and mercy is waiting for you.
A blessed Eastertide!
Loretta F Ross