Can you hear Easter?
It’s ringing in the stilled bells, the empty chapels, creeping up with the quiet growth of spring
It’s on the lips of exhausted doctors and nurses—too tired to murmur
It’s in the silent wave between neighbors, keeping too far away to talk, but close enough for company
It’s in the silent hug between family members stuck together; where entire conversations flow through the body
It’s on the breath of the sick, in that place between waking and sleeping
It’s in the angel’s nod of greeting to the women, the absence of guards and the rolling away of the stone
If s a stone rolls away and nobody hears it; does it make a sound?
It booms like the rise thunderous sun, bedecked in glory, shining out the news wordless in its proclamation
Can you hear Easter?
katyandtheword 