At Easter
- Sarah Wardle (U.K.)
God
is the wind in a spring tree,
testing
its strength, as He tests me.
Branches
sway and new leaves cling.
They
are tossed about as if at sea
and
sigh like white waves breaking.
All
my life God’s been a mystery,
but
here He is so suddenly.
I
almost hear His voice talking
and
as with poetic imagery
watch
Him, while foliage is shaking.
This
is my first epiphany.
Before
now thunder, gale, or breeze,
was
just that, not Him appearing.
May
God return, if I look and see,
if I
hear and keep on listening.
And
sure enough His Easter peace
arrives
with sunshine on still leaves.
God’s
back in a blackbird’s singing,
a
girl’s bright laughter in the street
and
blood-red geraniums blooming.