We had a long walk in the Eremitage Forest yesterday, on Maundy Thursday. As the autumn leaves are decaying, you can see the new life is arising, in the form of buds and green shoots of grass.
Such a tangible reminder of the Easter message - Jesus dying on the cross on Good Friday, and rising from the grave on Easter Sunday - so we can have the fullness of life, the weight and bondage of sin being lifted away from our shoulders, and moreover, the gift of eternal life.
Below a beautiful spring poem by Becca Steven:
Between fleeting and eternal
The space between fleeting and eternal lives
Around unexpected corners, near the turn of the seasons,
In the joyful wonder of the forest.
The background music of leafy trees sharing a melody
With a rushing river, for a chorus, grows louder in our ears.
The old mountain from where comes our strength is, for a moment,
dancing with a misty cloud that is on a dead run to beat the day.
The space between when the water takes a dive
from the mountain and before it lands, looks like a still life.
When we blink it will be over.
The sound will fade, the cloud disperse,
And the water rush towards another shore.
But for this brief, eternal moment, it is lovely.
- Becca Stevens-
...Until next time,
Nina
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