home place

there’s a stream

that flows

by the side of the road

where the grass

is the greenest green

choke cherries bloom

white 

and the morning dove

the dove of

mourning

coos softly

I've been spending a lot of time at the home place lately. Though it’s a beautiful spring there, it’s the season of winter in my parents lives. Change is in the offing. And with that,  in a few days we will be celebrating the marriage of our youngest son. Joy and sorrow mingled. What could convey that paradox more than the presence of Good Friday and Easter Sunday back to back in the pages of history? 

Happy Easter friends. In the end, JOY wins out. 

“Behold, I am making ALL Things new!”  Revelation 21:5