A Softness is Touching the Earth

 

Threshold of Spring

Harshness gone. All at once caring spreads over
the naked gray of the meadows.
Tiny rivulets sing in different voices.
A softness, as if from everywhere,

is touching the earth.
Paths appear across the land and beckon.
Surprised once again you sense
its coming in the empty tree.

—Threshold of Spring. Ranier Maria Rilke, Uncollected Poems

Thresholds usher us from one space into another. The seasons of the earth, Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter, are crossings that cycle from one to the next. Nature strides across thresholds toward new birth, towards the flourishing of all that lives, towards necessary rest, towards death and resurrection, towards transformation. Always transformation.

We, passive participants in nature’s cycle that we are, experience Spiritual crossings in the same way. Although, perhaps this year we will do so with more intentionality.

How many Easter thresholds must we cross in a lifetime before the example of our life gives witness to what we profess to believe?

Surprised once again you sense its coming in the empty tree.

“Christos Anesti!” Christ is risen!
“Alithos Anesti” Truly, He is risen!

This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad. Let us each move forward in confidence and seek the flourishing of all that lives, always moving towards our conversion and transformation. We are Easter People, Alleluia! Alleluia!

Happy Easter, Good Disciples!

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