Reflections of Easter Long Ago
Melinda K. Taylor
I am an early riser. I love the morning hours and the sun dawning to start the day,. I especially love Spring with the earth awakening from the long winter’s sleep. It was last Easter as I was sitting on my deck enjoying my cup of coffee, and watching the beginning of the day. My thoughts were on Easter and my Grandmother who loved goldfinches and called them wild canaries.
A light fog was swirling near the ground, the goldfinches and bluebirds that just had flown in a couple days before were twittering in the trees and Oh yes, there was the robin chirping his little heart out in the background.
I wonder if it was a morning such as this that Mary went to Jesus’ tomb. Walking down the path, her head bowed in sorrow. I imagine the birds were singing with joy as she was making her lonely trek, they knew that Jesus had risen. Did they stop singing when they heard her cry of despair as she found that empty tomb? Imagine the joy when she saw the angel and found out that he had risen. Imagine the joyful noise of the chorus of twitters and the chirp, only a robin can make as the first worship hymn was sung. He is Risen, He is Risen Indeed.
Oh yes, because he has risen, I will be able to be reunited again with my Grandmother who raised me, and with my imagination I can see her in heaven, praising God and enjoying the Goldfinches which she loved so much on earth.