He is risen

 On the first day of the week, at early dawn, they came to the tomb. They found the stone rolled away but when they went in they did not find a body. He had risen.' Luke 24 (paraphrased)
What a glorious autumn morning. The golden sunlight crept across the last of the dark of night bringing light to the new day. Everywhere I looked the golden fingers of light brought colour and life to a dark earth.....across the dew laden paddocks and through the fog in the valley. I paused a moment to watch the mist rising from the pond as it reflected the reeds and bushes around itself. The two swans were just stirring from their sleep, slowly raising their long black necks in a stretch and the mountain tops showed a hue of pale pink as the sun tipped their peaks and the magpies called in the new day.  I thought of a poem I had penned...'soft soft the morning mist did rise.' Gifts from God, every one of them and I reflect on Holy Week and the great love of God and the risen Christ. What wonderful fuel for the day.

The tomb garden Jerusalem

(Steiner-Rice) I saw the dew glisten in crystal like splendor, while God with a touch that is gentle and tender, wraps up the night and softly tucks it away and hangs out the sun to herald a new day.
May your day be blessed with new beginning. May your life be refreshed by the Easter experience and God's peace be with you.
Anne, servant of the Lord.