A gathering of holy right there in our backyard.
The warmth of fire as we wait for the sun to rise.
The Shoulders reading from Scripture and telling his precious story.
Fish and bread broken
For the broken.
A song going up high and bright.
The birds singing it too.
A blue heron's slow, low flight.
Her wings making shadows on the grass.
Hands reaching out to the lonely, and pulling them gently in.
Sourdough pancakes served with homemade chokecherry syrup.
The dear man who pours and flips them all.
Words from my big brother read over and over and over again.
Kids playing in the yard and...
Sitting cross legged every which way in my living room.
Making this heart sing.
The song of the resurrected and the redeemed.
That Christ is Risen.
He is Risen Indeed!