One final reflection on this day of rebirth
Thank you for sharing this time of paying attention during Lent. I am so grateful to Stan Wilson for dreaming this up and organizing the content, and to all who participated for contributing such a rich diversity of thoughts and experiences.
I leave you with one musical moment to wrap up the season and celebrate Easter:
"Hope is the Thing With Feathers", composed by Christopher Tin; lyrics by Emily Dickinson.
With love,
Amy Boyd
(Are those serviceberries in the video? I like to think they could be...)
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.