We are broken.
But guess what?
All you have to do is look out your window
or
be even more daring:
go outside
and
examine the flowers of the field.
For most of us, the landscape is barely
waking up
from a long death
yet your eyes do not deceive you.
Life rises again.
If the flower that falls
and
blooms again in such splendor
can ecstatically shout
Hallelujah
then
so can I.
Life will rise again.
Happy Easter.