A Goose River Spiral Dance on an Easter Sunday

We gathered at the river’s edge before an Eastern sky alive with an awakening promise

Inviting the curiosity of wild geese gliding on a river pink with the sky’s reflection

A softly clucking commotion that somehow, beyond explanation

Connected with us as brothers and sisters of Creation

And joined in with the Easter Sunrise Worship

Ice and the March air's bite could not restrain our collective joy

“He is Risen!”

Wild geese lined up

(It was now our turn to be curious)

None of us had ever seen such a thing before

And then, one behind the other

They glide, softly murmuring, and turning inward creating the most beautiful spiral dance

Our beautiful call to worship

When the Stone is Rolled Away

When the stone is rolled away

And we let go of the notion

That we are not lovable…

When we see ourselves as creations

Knitted together by the Creator

In mother's wombs & father's dreams…

When we let go and allow ourselves

To love what the Creator has created

Our strength and vulnerability...

When we dare to reach out

And touch the hem of the garment

Brave enough to ask for what we need…

When we place our hands

Alongside the hands of angels

And roll the stone away…

Perhaps the tombs of our fear will open

To a rushing in of the breath of Sophia

And dry bones will be filled with new life…

Oooh, to be willing participants

In our own emancipation!

Oooh, to risk coming fully alive!