Another year, another Pascha celebration.
Easter never gets old, when celebrated rightly.
Fasting, prayer, loss
and then Resurrection!
Lately, whenever I feel that great void,
as though God were very far way,
or not there at all,
I have been reminding myself,
"You are never so far away as you think you are."
Then I feel myself rush back into His presence.
There it is like a hot, breathless, summer day
--warm and encompassing.
When breathing swarms back,
Tears of joy fall.
Though I feel not worthy,
I almost feel as though I could be one of His saints