Easter Sunrise 2016.
A red ball of fire suddenly appears.
It seems it happens like this every single year.
We wait to meet the breaking of the day
On top of Fossil Hill in our annual way.
Our Sunrise Services expectant, ever sweet.
We’re dressed warm in the morning just to greet
Our Saviour who has risen from his grave
“For us,” his grateful people here to save.
Martin always opens with a prayer.
In the mistiness of morning ever fair.
It’s warmer this year, calm and peaceful too.
Waiting for the Word are quite a few.
The sweet smell of smoke the fire does perform,
Adds a touch of warming to our morn.
The old rugged cross has found roots and grown
Into the limestone rock is its new home
Upon this “Fossil hill” will shine overall.
Thanks to the men who placed it to show all.
The music of the morning birds is spoken,
Along with Debbie’s song “Morning Has Broken.”
The sun then glowing in its majesty,
Growing as it rose above the tree.
Touching all our hearts from up above,
Given to us daily with God’s love.
Justin and Mary to read the Word
Loud and above the stillness heaven heard.
The wild geese and the raven’s raspy call
Give a sense of unreality over all.
When Robbie strummed his guitar and sang his song
The squirrels in the tree nearly stirred along.
And when harmonica notes, so sweet and fair,
The magic music echoed everywhere.
It seems each year we gather we will find
The place we need for heart and soul and mind.
To visit there with coffee cup and snacks in hand.
Appreciate our world just made by God’s great hand.
I sang a song and read a poem from my stuff.
And yes more Easter songs were skyward raised.
A morning like no other, blessed enough
Covered by God’s sky, a gift we daily praise.
– P Hall March 27, 2016
Thank you to all who make this event possible!
You should have seen me trying to get my boots on in the front seat of the car, tricky, awkward, but sure needed them for the one-foot-plus snow in the front yard. It really wasn’t till we hit 542 that we also hit the worst road. Not that the others weren’t bad in spots (lots of spots), and when we saw the shape of the vehicles at the accident just before McKerrow, well, I’m for sure the injuries were serious.
We were on our way home from my first chemo in Sudbury. Now the staff there are super! My nurse, Veronica, and volunteer, Sandy (Sam), were just wonderful. Paula, too, in the afternoon. They gave me a choice of a beautiful afghan to keep, and some hats for the future, all made by volunteer groups. How wonderful is that. My afghan has many colours in it (stripes), so if the lady has made that many previously, I’m so happy with all the colours!
From Sturgeon Falls, the lady with the bed next to me was Catherine and on maintenance (whatever that means), her hubby Mike and friend Karen keeping company. The bell rang. The staff and more applauded and cheered. Someone went home free from cancer! What a nice tradition. A beautiful room with 27 reclining chairs and a few beds. I slept through a lot of the first drug. Sherry had left to take Tammy to the bus station and to go shopping for an Easter turkey. I took books to read and Sudoku puzzles. I only had one hand anyway. I could jot notes (I’m left handed), I can travel lighter now, because I know what to expect!
I forgot to tell you the Easter bunny (a plump one) came through delivering eggs in a butterfly net. I guess he does all the seasons in style, how nice is that!
Six and a half tables for cribbage on Wednesday, a birthday cake and ice cream for Joy! Hot cross buns etc.
High hand, Sheila, 22; Gib and Florence, high, 937; Lois and Margaret, Lorrie and Audrie, 928, tied (second/third); low, Bill and Betty Jean, 867; door, Sheila, Florence and Wayne.
Hey, Secret Sister, whoever you are, I find the most wonderful books to read at the laundromat. I do pass them on and say where I’ve found them. Thank you very much!
Speaking of books, my newest one is in print. Cal drove my van over on Monday and we picked them up. I’d like to do a book signing again but wanted to see first how I’d be feeling after the treatment, if you know what I mean. Tuesday back to Mindemoya, doctors, and laundromat, almost get everything caught up, now for the house?
Income tax time too, busy.
The sunrise service couldn’t have been more perfect this morning, a gorgeous balmy dawn, filled with life and bird song. There seemed to be robins everywhere. Saw a killdeer too. Mary (O’Neal) took Mum and I to church at St. Andrews, Easter Communion. I had a bit of a nap before going to Sherry and Dave’s (out of gas me, but Dave had a stockpile, thank goodness.) Marion, Marg, Tara, Ray, Skylar, Jacob, Cal and I. Most delicious turkey dinner. I came home early and slept a couple hours, watched a CMT movie (Missed you, Alicia). The Wake for Carole Middaugh was Sunday at the hall. The funeral was there on Monday. Sympathy to Neil, family and friends. She was a busy girl with all her community involvements. A cousin of Seward’s and a fellow student at Slash school of ours. One of the first kids we met when we moved to the Island.
Marg came down from Elliot Lake Friday. Babysat Saturday; I guess I can’t call Skylar that; she’ll be having her tenth birthday next week already. Tuesday afternoon euchre at 1:30pm.
