Easter Morning
Poem by Louise Abney

Pines whose whispers fill the air,
birches vowed as if in prayer,
Benedictions everywhere
on Easter morning.
On the mountain’s azure crest,
far above the placid breast
Of the lake are clouds at rest
on Easter morning.
Butterflies and birds and bees,
altar-hills and singing trees,
Faith is born of things like these
on Easter morning.

Happy Easter from Linda, Lexie Lee, Chauncey and Grace

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