I know for most people this isn’t a normal Easter because we can’t visit family etc. My husband and myself had an hour’s video chat with all of his family. I hope to have a video chat with my parents later, but it can’t be for too long as it upsets my dog as she can hear me but can’t see and runs around my parents house trying to find me. I miss my Coco dog so much at the moment. I hope everyone can catch up with family over the holiday whilst adhering to social distancing.
The main thing this Easter that I miss is Church and playing the organ for two Easter services. It seems so strange to not have done an Easter service this morning.
Anyway, I hope everyone has a good Easter today which includes some yummy chocolate and maybe a glass of something nice. My sister-in-law sent us an Easter book mark that I have nabbed for my current read.
Happy Easter and Happy Reading!
Happy Easter Everyone!
To celebrate Easter Day I have chosen another Easter poem, this one by Oscar Wilde.
I hope everyone has a wonderful day today.
The silver trumpets rang across the Dome:
The people knelt upon the ground with awe:
And borne upon the necks of men I saw,
Like some great God, the Holy Lord of Rome.
Priest-like, he wore a robe more white than foam,
And, king-like, swathed himself in royal red,
Three crowns of gold rose high upon his head:
In splendour and in light the Pope passed home.
My heart stole back across wide wastes of years
To One who wandered by a lonely sea,
And sought in vain for any place of rest:
‘Foxes have holes, and every bird its nest,
I, only I, must wander wearily,
And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears.’
Lady Book Dragon.
Well it is Good Friday, so I wanted a suitable poem to reflect this. I always think Christina Rossetti has excellent poems for the church festivals and yet again I have found a poem by her which is in my opinion perfect.
I hope you all have an excellent Easter weekend, but please remember it is not just about fluffy bunnies, cute chicks and chocolate eggs.
Am I a stone, and not a sheep,
That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy cross,
To number drop by drop Thy blood’s slow loss,
And yet not weep?
Not so those women loved
Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee;
Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly;
Not so the thief was moved;
Not so the Sun and Moon
Which hid their faces in a starless sky,
A horror of great darkness at broad noon –
I, only I.
Yet give not o’er,
But seek Thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock;
Greater than Moses, turn and look once more
And smite a rock.
Lady Book Dragon.