Darkness in the Light

Have a Blessed Easter wherever you are on or off the planet.
My memories of Easter are mental snaphots and video clips of Mom putting a new dress on me,
me feeling awkward and flat footed, standing lined up with my brothers for pictures
with my new dress and shoes on.
Easter candy and great foods awaited my completion of church attendance.
The images in the church, confusing.
A handsome, friendly looking serene man hanging on a cross
He died for our sins
Who is He?

Even now, curious about how He really died, the nurse in me looked for the answers.
I found this Link to
A doctor's account of the crucifixion experience and progression of death.
How much more suffering could one human impose on another?

http://www.internet-grocer.net/crucifix.htm


when i saw the expensive chocolate cross in the aisle at w-mart,
it jogged me,
materialismus.
Jogged again,
that was the guy pushing me from behind
in a hurry for Easter.

then the kid
i helped him bag the groceries and he thanked me
i told him i sensed people were a little cranky today
and that tomorrow they would all be praying for atonement.
he laughed for a second.
then
i happened on this article
which helps me clarify how
He died for our sins

Light and Dark II

Light and Dark II

In the corner of my eye,

loomed giant shadows in the hedgerow.

Were they dark matter gone astray?

They were so dark

upon the darkness,

December darkness,

more night than day.

I barely saw those

Apparitions,

I blinked and they

were gone again.

Into the house,

glad I retreated,

the light there glowing,

the darkness

gone.



Light and Dark

Light: Our Vet gave us a discount and we are beyond grateful.

Dark: thoughts for no reason:

Because people die even on sunny days,
words try to describe who they were,
obituaries:
abbreviated, exaggerated, underated, misinterpreted, inaccurate, or accurate, and all in juxtiposition to the truth, sometimes.

Words written in the obit page of people
I see there are no guest entries.
One man died in World War 2.
How could his friends keep track? How few survive now who even knew him?
Died 65 years before the internet connection
I am writing this on,
Lonely words,

Died without current relationships, friends, predeceased by all who loved them.
Memories if there are any alive stunted, arrested on a baby faced kid with
dreams in his eyes,
and no guest entries,
Let me.

Your lonely guest book told me your are with your friends and family clearly in a heaven surrounded by the Vermont mountains of 1945. Wooden skis, jalopy fun, music on the radio and lying on the parlor floor, dreaming of your future.