Cruel April

April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.

 What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water.


I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
~T.S. Eliot from “The Wasteland

Dear friends, now we are children of God, and what we will be has not yet been made known. But we know that when Christ appears, we shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is.
1 John 3:2

We do not want to think of ourselves as the dust we were and the dust we will become but the last several months have changed that. We have become hosts to a virus that can transform us to dust. 

We thought we were living fully before; now, in our isolation, we have to examine what a full life really means, mixing our memories and desires.

Dust, like the relentless emerging life of April,
is so cruel~
it reminds us
of what could have been,
as life rises miraculous
from the dead.

We become nothing more than a handful of dust…
yet the Creator lifts us up in the palm of His hand, and blows on us:
we then breathe and pulse and weep and bleed.

We shall be like Him,
part of his Hand,
breath of His breath,
for we shall see Him as He is.

2 thoughts on “Cruel April

  1. Beautiful. Reassuring!
    I noticed that the camera caught a small imperfection in the lovely pure white flower (can’t identify it.)
    Looks as if a hungry bug critter got in the ‘shot’ as it preferred imperfection.
    Like a human critter ‘tasting the ‘world’ too much vs. the stainless purity of our Savior?

    Thank you for a healing, well thought out Lent.
    I learned and grew much from your blessed toil.
    Love, Alice

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  2. Alice, you are sharp-eyed! It is a little red bug on the trillium petal. The trillium represents the Easter Triduum and the Trinity. A treasured and lovely wildflower from our woods. Happy Eastertide, Alice!

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