Breath of early spring,
Gentle as the rose-hued clouds,
Framed by bare branches.
It has been a hard couple of years for this my congregation, with a number of deaths, unexpected and heartbreaking. Walking through the sanctuary last Wednesday night, I appreciated this dramatic, though serene, lighting along with a banner which reflects our anticipation and longing for the glory of God to be made manifest in the Earth. It all seems appropriate for Lent, as we wait again to hear, to know, the promise of Easter.