(originally posted April 8, 2012)
Pastor says: He has Risen.
Congregation says: He Has Risen, indeed.
I know that, and every line of the Easter service,
-Can tell you every parable, quote you all the verse,
sing you all the lines from the hymns.
I spent Easter Sundays as a child trying to count the lilies on the altar,
but always lost count somewhere after a hundred.
This is a Sunday that celebrates miracles.
Which I don’t believe in anymore.
Except when the last thing I want to do is host –
or bake a ham.
In fact bake at all,
since every thing about a lemon meringue pie makes me sad.
But I do those things anyway,
And then my house if full-
of family by birth or by circumstance.
Full of children’s laughter and hopped-up on chocolate smiles
And that’s when I catch the miracle-
between the buds of the hyacinths of the centerpiece.
The little one.
About how there is room in my heart for love,
She has risen.
She has risen, indeed.
Lemon meringue pie, made today.