Sunday morning, starting slowly;
Abbey bells blocked by insomniac dreams.
After three days of rising –
psalms at dawn in the abbey church-
this morning is for the tomb,
wrapped in winding sheets,
the womb of sleep.
But the breath of God paints
the surface of the water with music;
light playing loud rhythms,
riffing heart beats echoed
by the voices of the young,
sing dissonance into harmony
at the altar of resurrection.
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About Rosalind C Hughes
Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
Sunday morning, starting slowly;
But the breath of God paints
over the water 