FOOL’S DAY MIRACLE
Easter arrived on Fools’ Day. Pulled a rabbit out of its hat, and no one could figure out the trick. The Power at the top changed the date and gave the world a fresh start, a new year. But the county folk, far from urban sophistication, failed to get the memo, and went right on living the calendar in their old and wagon-worn ways. April Fools!
Today, the Power at the top pulled a Saviour out of the tomb, and no one could believe our luck, a fresh start, a new eternity. The folk with the urban sophistication failed to love the moment, and went right on living their killing news in a dying world. April Fools! But the county folk smelled spring in their noses, and rain in the air, saw butterflies and bees in the wing, and, soon, sensed bounty in their barns.
There are Fools born ever minute, beholding miracle, and seeing nothing in it, sensing no eternal reason in a change of season, or life out of death, no grace in a gentle breath from a participating heaven, leaven for living, perceptions beyond a Fool’s, proving.
But we, the wide-eyed rubes of Easter Day, now see life another way. The raising of a Paragon is more than ruse, or rabbit. It is our whole new life, seen in one new day. We’d be the fools not to grab it!
But we, the wide-eyed rubes of Easter Day, now see life another way. The raising of a Paragon is more than ruse, or rabbit. It is our whole new life, seen in one new day. We’d be the fools not to grab it!
G.M.S.
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