Subtitle: Or, at the least, I think I believe
Sub-subtitle: Or, at the most, I believe I know
Note: On the occasion of the annual vernal equinox, this year, commencing at 5.37 a.m. EST on March 20, 2021, signaling the advent of the spring season.
Spring. That season of the year – as it follows winter, which, despite climate change and global warming, still, in many lands, is a time of barren cold – associated with renewal.
As in earth’s cycles, so in human living. Resurrection, though not inevitable, is always a successor to a crucifixion-moment; any experience of the pain of loss. Thus, a rebirth, it may be said (though, at times, terrible is this truth) requires a death of one sort or another.
Yet as long as there is breath, however feeble, and strength, however frail, hope – that capacity to envision a reality beyond the shadows of one’s suffering – survives.
And where hope lives, so, too, the possibility of spring.
© 2021 PRA