Layng quietly in fields

Layng quietly in fields
Glstening lights

Friday, April 19, 2019

The flowers turn upward.



Today's Tids Issue 4,371
Glorious!

I feel the grief of those that day who anguished along the road up the grueling hill to where the crosses would stand. Of God, as man, struggling neath the weight of human frailties. I would look into his eyes, and see the world in need. I would sense his terror, but feel his strength. The greying clouds would come; the winds would blow an ominous message. The nails would be driven, but the rhythmic sounds would be of hope. The man now one with the cross would be be lifted and dropped. He would feel the tearing of his flesh, his limbs. He would forgive. He would despair. At the final moment, he would utter, “Father into thy hands I commend my spirit.” He would die.

Yet on Sunday, the sun in the heavens would shine brighter. The flowers would blossom fuller, The people who mourned would feel a new love in their hearts. They would look up to the blue skies glistening above and understand the affirmation of their salvation. I would hear the music.

(Note: Nothing raises Easter to its highest moment than the finale to the Mahler 2nd Symphony, “The Resurrection”. Interestingly, this is by the Venezuelan Symphony, so maybe there is hope there too. Be patient. Google has instituted some new rules for its You Tube. But I guarantee the glorious music is in this link.)


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