A warm breeze caresses my face…
The song of a thousand birds fills my ears…
A squirrel scampers across my path…
The pinks and yellows and bright whites of spring flowers consume my eyes…
And in all this the stillness of the morning of Your resurrection
surrounds me with awe…

And I wonder if Mary felt a warm breeze on her face…
or heard birds singing or saw squirrels scampering
as she walked to Your tomb…
I wonder if she even noticed the colors of Your beautiful creation…
Through her tears could she recognize anything surrounding her other than grief?

Her grief…her bewilderment…and then…
…her heart filled with the Joy felt only by those who know You…

…the spring flowers have never been more vibrant…
…the scampering squirrel has never been more spirited…
…the coo of the dove has never been more calming…
…the breath of the air has never been more soothing…
…the stillness of this morning of Your resurrection
surrounds me with awe…
…and fills my heart with Joy.