morning (15th April) it was beautiful up on the hills and this
view towards Rounday Hill always reminds me of the events of
that first Easter.
is a green hill far away outside a city wall ...
that hill are three prominent trees that remind me of the three
crosses of Golgotha.
the foreground you might spy the barbed wire of the fence -
Crown of Thorns.
head that once was crowned with thorns is crowned with glory now
isolation tree - still there. Exposed to all those storms
winds but standing firm.
your anchor hold in the storms of life, when the clouds unfold
their wings of strife?
on the path here the skylarks were singing their hearts
out! They had definitely risen from the ground and
ascended to the skies!!
couldn't see them but I could hear them - is there a story
heaven declares the Glory of the risen Lord ...
you're walking by yourself you can let your mind wander.
No conversation is necessary. Time is irrelevant.
That was me yesterday morning. It was too beautiful to
hurry. The four mile walk took me 2.5 hours but in that
time I had the whole Waster story ... and more.
be the glory risen conquering Son ...
the Easter weekend.