April 5, 2015
Dear Fellow Parishioners,
the time for daffodils has come. bunches of six, ten, or twelve, with tightly wrapped buds, arrive from warmer lands.
like sentinels of invitation they keep my wintered heart leaning into Spring.
the directions say to cut
at least a half inch off the stems, then place in water and wait for the surprise.
behold, in the early hour of dawn,
I see resurrection on my kitchen table, every yellowed daffodil hurrahing the morning, stretching outward in the etched-glass vase.
but what captures my attention is one small, thin remnant, voluntarily discarded, beneath the smiling daffodils.
this dry, transparent cover,
a cast-off tube of protection once concealing a fragile bud, conveys the price of blooming.
I pick up this remnant of resurrection and hold it for a long, silent time, wondering what soul-shroud of mine needs to be unwrapped, before I, too, am blooming.
— Joyce Rupp
May God bless us this Easter. May we each unwrap our “soul-shroud” and embrace the joy of this beautiful season. May we be able to proclaim from the depth of our being: ALLELUIA!!! Easter peace, Fr. Brian