Early for Easter

Not just for once a year

but also for all those other births and deaths we experience,
especially in loving.

Out of death,

Life is born.

Dying is so painful

Especially this way of dying:

One's very heart being torn out,
poured out,
given out.
And I am invaded by the darkness
The aching and the emptiness:
Not feeling ...
Not knowing ...
Not wanting ...

And then I see the resurrection:
Life being born again
A different life - more glorious
- more real
- more lasting
A life that fills the void with joy
and peace
and love.
Love.

Love that was thought dead
Comes to blossom:
Opening out to glorify
The One who let the death
And gave the life.