I once read Germans refer to today as “Mourning Friday”. We call it Good Friday.
Both are right.
I took the pictures of a tree in our yard with the intention of following it through the seasons. The gorgeous splendor of fall helps us forget the coming winter and its love of the skeletal. The leaves in the middle picture made me think of the tree’s final breaths, drops of blood or tears—a last gasp. It’s hard to imagine where the life and luster hide.
Roaring back fragrantly and innocent pink, the tree is adorned in juicy flowers if the bees buzzing around my camera were right. It is Spring. You can’t keep a good tree down.
Or a Good God.
It is the hour to rend thy chains,
The blossom time of souls.
~Katherine Lee Bates
Lovely, Mopsy.
How I needed that today.
“Or a Good God” brought tears to my eyes.
THANK YOU.
Amen to that.
Have a wonderful Easter!
How true and so beautifully written
Beautiful Mopsy.
Beautiful, Mopsy. But I almost had a heart attack when I read the title. I jumped to a very bad (and thankfully wrong) conclusion.
Hope you had a Happy Easter.
BTW, I’m tagging you!
That’s very nice.
My aunt passed away a month before GOod Friday. Easter is a good day.