The sun shining


morning while I drove down 90 West to Erie, Pennsylvania.

The greyness of the past two weeks suddenly forgotten as a red tailed hawk flew out of the clear blue sky in front of the car landing gracefully on a signpost at the side of the road gaze triumphant

hope rose in me as I remembered you and how you died the same day Christ rose from the tomb so that you, we, could have

life eternal

Like spring, cyclical . green grass sprouts overtaking the dead brown of winter with aggressive life insistent life will


Death where

is your sting