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Sunday, March 14, 2010
Easter Basket Poem I
Every Easter for the past ten years I've written an Easter Poem; it sounds dashing, romantic, even scholarly--it's not--as usual it was lack of funds. I told myself cutting up my own "grass" out of old wrapping paper was bravely pioneering.
The first year my husband and I were married, we found a little white basket for fifty cents at a garage sale. It was hardly large enough to hold the small bag of candy I set inside. "I know, I can write a poem, it's free!" I said to myself. That's where the tradition began, the poem taking on its own form. Usually my only poem of the year, I crafted it to capture the essence of our lifestyle. Each year was completely different: in another state, another strange living situation in someone's basement or a Victorian/dumpy apartment. The poem was my constant weaving in an inexplicable life asking questions: What is Easter really about? Are there any connections between this Easter basket, our life, and our spiritual journey? What does chocolate say about love and faith?
Easter is really my favorite holiday. I've bounced around from Palm Sunday to St. Patrick's day, but Easter is really what I've loved all along. And a Spring Easter at that: the chilly sunrise service in a light blouse when earmuffs were called for; crocus and tulip tips pushing through snow. The whole hemisphere promises to beat winter again this one more time. After this winter, I'd rather never see another one. Here is the first poem of many, and this year's Easter poem, only two weeks away, may be the hardest yet.