Thirty-seven degrees. A snow sky. Vegetable plants in the garden shops. The heart leaps, a bird peeps, returns to its fir needle bed.
I wish I had written that. And the life that led to it? Do you wish you had lived that as well?
A fondness for quoting Jesus — but crucifixion is something else. A crown of thorns. Nails through the palms.
Snow in April? Isn’t that unusual? Yes. So is your birth. So is your death. So is your flight through space. So is the universe.
A shovel is not required for resurrection. Neither does it hurt. A man or woman with a shovel, a child with a shovel, is resurrected scoop by scoop, right along with the worms. Or the shovel could simply be a willing pair of hands. It might even be a pen. Without beginning, or end.
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Categories: Sweet Sleep and Bare Feet
Tags: April, Birds, Birth, Child and Man, Cold, Crucifixion, Death, Firs, Flight, Hands, Jesus, Nails, Palms, Resurrection, Shovels, Sky, Snow, Space, Spring, Thorns, Trivia, Worms, Writing
William Michaelian 
Ressurection was an Egyptian concept. It’s interesting how much Chritianity inherited from Egypt, especially from myths surrounding Osiris, a dying and resurecting vegetation god, who rode through the streets in an ass while his followers cast palm leaves before him.
Lovely and provocative piece of writing
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Thanks, Flick. Our human past is rich, very much like good composted soil. We can’t possibly know everything that’s in it. It’s best simply to crumble it in our hands, hold it up to our nose, rejoice, and inhale.
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Your ending reminded me of Seamus Heaney’s “Digging”. We spend a lifetime digging our yesterdays, todays and tomorrows. How wonderful it is to dig and exciting to imagine what today will unearth.
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It is indeed. Thanks for bringing such a lovely poem to mind. Heaney might as well have been writing about my own father and grandfather.
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You’re welcome and thank you for reminding me of the same. My dad and granddad were involved in the cod fishery and I went the college way so I’ve always connected to the poem, too. We all dig, just with different tools.
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Thank you!
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