Easter Morning
Posted on | April 8, 2010 | No Comments
On Easter morning we gathered with some friends in a nearby wildflower garden founded by the mother of one of our group. We read poems, shared our reflections, and munched on breakfast goodies. Then we took a vial of spikenard, which we had purchased two years ago in Bethlehem, and sprayed some drops on an oak, a dogwood, and some rocks. Spikenard is, by legend, the spice used by Mary Magdalene to anoint Jesus. In this quiet time among the renewing plants and faithful rocks we felt more in touch with Easter than all the Hallelujahs echoing in the churches that day. Here’s the poem reflecting on that event.
On Easter morning we found refuge in a garden where the wildflowers grow beneath the ancient oaks and humble dogwoods naked in the dawn of spring. Ears sheltered from the din of kings and lords and reigns and kingdoms, we knelt down, anointing gray arboreal bodies with our precious drops of spikenard, honoring the women and the gardener whom they strangely knew.
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William J. Everett
In my teaching career I authored eight books and numerous articles in social ethics and religion. After over thirty years of academic work — in Germany, India, and South Africa as well as in the United States — I wanted to turn my hand to a poetically written novel to probe the issues of ecological and human reconciliation.
When I am not writing, I create furniture for worship settings. For more about my work, go to www.WisdomsTable.net, where you will also find galleries of artwork by my wife Sylvia, whose ancestors were the original inspiration for Red Clay, Blood River. READ MORE...
Red Clay Blood River
Red Clay, Blood River is a story told by Earth about two brothers from Germany and an enslaved South African woman whose lives bind together America’s “Trail of Tears” and South Africa’s simultaneous “Great Trek” of 1838.