Today, is a day like any other day.
Errands to run.
Meals to prepare.
My list of things which need to be done.
Only it is not like any other day.
For at some deeper level
I linger between the denial and death of Friday
And the promises of Easter.
Friday does its best to keep us there;
With reminders of death disguised as headlines in the news.
While God continues to roll back the stones
And call us to towards tomorrow and to life made new.