Searching For Eastertide

It's been coming in slowly

these past few months.

Traces hardly noticed when blanketed snow is present,

yet it lies waiting, anticipating the moments

when temperatures say rise

and the Son comes again

after three days

in the ground.

"Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!

Let your gentleness be apparent to all.

The Lord is near.

Be anxious for nothing, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving,

present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding,

will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." ~Philippians 4:4-7

~ Post by Elsa

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