Sunday, April 20, 2014
God shall o'er-brim the measures you have spent
With oil of gladness, for sackcloth and frieze
And the ever-fretting shirt of punishment
Give myrrhy-threaded golden folds of ease.
Your scarce-sheathed bones are weary of being bent:
Lo, God shall strengthen all the feeble knees.
from Easter Communion by Gerard Manley Hopkins SJ
I woke up this morning miserably ill (some awful throat virus has been plaguing the choir all week, felling cantors, choir member and directors alike), but still over brimming with joy with the gathering in communion of parish and family. The boys are making dinner, I'm alternately napping and reading on the sofa with a view of the backyard in nearly full flower.
The photo is of the dome at Immaculata University taken at noon, between my two talks last weekend. I loved the way it goes up and up until the colors dissolve into the white light that gathers all their wavelengths together.
Christ is risen, alleluia!
Posted by Michelle at 5:32 PM