Happy Easter to all.
If I took the time to think about it, “It” would pass me by. For “It” finds me before I even sought to look.
The Word, are seeds and our bodies are the soil. How we treat our bodies and the bodies of others, with respect, discipline and value in the gifts of our body, will exercise our ability to distinguish weeds posing as flowers.
What mystery can you hide when the eyes give away the lie….
The feast for the body before the famine of soul.
Rejoice and delight the life that is bountiful before giving of self, for the spirit to renew.