Pressed between the pages of my mind
Sweetened through the ages just like wine
Quiet thoughts come floating down and settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touch them and they burst apart with sweet memories
Lyrics by the Lettermen
(the sun cutting through the clouds / Julie Cook / 2020)
Do you remember when we use to worry about things like tornados, hurricanes, blizzards,
droughts…what about things like The Wall, illegal aliens, the fab four, Madame Speaker,
‘pencilneck’, impeachments, our President, the left, the right, the wrong…
What about the pollen?
The highest ever, in all of recorded history took place this week—
Or what about climate change…oh wait, didn’t it cause the pandemic or was that Trump??
But who has time to worry about sneezing and itchy eyes, the climate, global warming,
ad infinitum, when we can’t even find toilet paper?
Ahhh, those were the good old days…
So isn’t it simply amazing how a pandemic just seems to glibly push all that
other stuff aside?
There was a doctor from Emory University, who was interviewed by the news this morning,
who quipped that we might as well just wipe the month of April off the books cause we
ain’t budging from this life on lockdown for at least 4 to 6 more weeks.
And then to put the icing on the cake, I actually read that Easter was being canceled.
Yep, canceling Easter.
You mean canceling local egg hunts, Sunday services with fancy new dresses and frilly
Spring hats, the wee hour sunrise services…canceling luncheons and afternoon gatherings…
canceling that Easter right?!
Because we know that nothing…not politicians, principalities, dominions, rulers, kings,
pandemics—-not even death can ever stop Easter…
But of course, we already knew that, didn’t we…??
Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life.
Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live,