A sweet day ends...

A little purple crocus finally peeked through with a flower yesterday - and today it rained! OMG did it rain - and thunder - and lightening, too. We worshiped with our faith community in the morning and had a great time - and later talked in depth about what the "mercies of God" might mean in light of the life, death and resurrection of Jesus. Then we were led in Hebrew prayer and yoga/body prayer, too. I came home with a sense that our time after Easter must include:

+ a very edgy film series including "The Third Miracle," "Jesus of Montreal," "Doubt" and "Constantine's Sword"

+ as well as a Marcus Borg meets Brian McLaren series called: Everything Must Change!

It was a sweet day - Dianne roasted a chicken and baked bread, too - which led me to this song and this poem.

Sometimes a man can't say
What he... A wind comes
And his doors don't rattle. Rain
Comes and his hair is dry.

"There's a lot to keep inside
And a lot to..." "Sometimes shame
Means we..." Children are cruel.
"He's six and his hands..."

Even Hamlet kept passing
The King praying
And the King said,
"There was something..."

And this sweet, sweet tune...