Good morning…
“Hello newly beloved friends of the heart,” wrote soulful pianist and poetry-memorizer Dana Cunningham. “I am attaching the poems I either recited or read during our Awake To Wellness Retreat time, now a week in our past memory but still alive with fire and verve. I wish you all a joyous, glorious Easter weekend, which I will appreciate freshly because of our experience together. I also will ‘resurrect’ an old poem that I have loved for a long time but have not seen in such a while, once again from David Whyte, called Easter Morning in Wales. May our longings be met in the heart of Love.”
Please read this poem as slowly as you possibly can. Read silently. Read aloud. Read again and again. Roam around in the sacred space created within, allowing 25 to 30 seconds of grateful focus to install in your brain new pathways of powerful peace this Easter morn.
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Easter Morning in Wales by David Whyte
A garden inside me, unknown, secret,
neglected for years
the layers of its soil deep and thick.
Trees in the corners with branching arms
and the tangled briars like broken nets.
Sunrise through the misted orchard,
morning sun turns silver on pointed twigs.
I have woken from the sleep of ages and I’m not sure
if I’m really seeing, or dreaming,
or simply astonished
walking toward sunrise
to have stumbled into the garden
where the stone was rolled from the tomb of longing.
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On their way, they were asking one another, “Who will roll the stone away from the entrance for us?” But when they looked, they saw that the stone had already been rolled away. And it was a huge stone! (Mark 16:3-4, CEV).
Happy Easter, my freed friends.
…Sue…
P.S. Emerging from the empty tomb, enjoy breathing with the Holy One to Dana’s humble gift of music.
