Since moving to downtown Easton, I have been surrounded by Christian churches. Presently, my windows overlook the historic Trinity Episcopal Church. It is a magnificent stone edifice filled with grand arches, stained glass windows and lots of history.
As this week is Holy Week, the cross on the front lawn has transformed from one of the triumph of the procession on Palm Sunday to one of suffering and crucifixion to the resurrection on Easter Sunday.
Although I do not consider myself a Christian, I reflect on the significance of the change in colored cloths over the week representing suffering and new life.
I am reminded of a poem I wrote while living in Northeastern Tennessee. I would like to share that with you.
the resurrection of the crone
i wanted to be “the crone”
wrapped in garments
flowing, colorful, magical
the wise woman
honored, embraced by the world with love and creativity
i wanted to be “the crone”
recognized for her life
her experience
her wisdom
her knowledge
her abilities to healthat is why i came here, to these mountains
i saw the goddess on my first visit
in the springtime of tulips and dogwood
and new lifeoh but how quickly that sighting was lost
lost into the depths of grief
disconnection
and fearhealing did not follow
instead there lingers the dark side
separation, anger, jealousy and revengemy identity was lost in all of the sadness
rejected by disappointment and fearcan i find her here
in this place of patriarchy and a masculine god
where the goddess and the strong feminine are hung on the cross to dieoh but look out on the hillside
illuminated by the full moon
there are signs of her
in the dogwood, the redbuds, and new lifeis that my charge
to find her here
to find “her” – the goddess, the crone- in me
to take her/me down from the cross
wrap her in garments
flowing with color and magic
place her/me in the cave of my soul
in preparation for the resurrection into new lifemarch 25, 2005
bmw
Letters 
It was so good to see your entry tonight. I was worried about you because you had not shared with us in quite some time. Our prayers still flow towards you and because I do profess to be a Christian, I look at the celebration of the resurrection and at this time I pray that you have your own kind of resurrection. This season is also the springtime which is new life and I am praying that new life comes back to you so that you can spring forth and show your true “colors” which in your case are all beautiful.
Dear Bonnie, Our thoughts and prayers are with you. We miss you. love, Carol and Joe