A Humid Cardinal Filled Easter Sunday Morning Coffee Muses
Easter Sunday and the cottontail has been missing for days. And the cardinals I mentioned above, they’re not inside a house of worship, they’re worshipping in the true home of God… Mother Nature’s grand cathedral of open skies.
Over at The Task At Hand, Linda, writes of a different kind of resurrection. The type that comes as the plants on a burned over prairie rise Phoenix like from the ashes. It’s a rebirth I’ve seen many times in my travels through the coastal refuges that surround my part of Texas. Disconcerting to see, but a needed part of life on the prairie without which the prairies of the world would cease to exist.
Much to my wife’s chagrin, I’m not a religious man… Spiritual yes, but organized religion, to me, lost it’s path long ago. And, again, in my opinion, if I need a pass from some religious order to get into heaven… I’ll pass on the offer. I know the difference between right and wrong… I can tell evil from good. I don need someone else to tell me what to think. I have no problem with worshippers of any religion, as long as they allow others to worship or not worship as they see fit. The problems in the world are not religious, they are problems of power. It’s just that some men use religion to acquire and hold power. It’s been happening since the beginning of time… and sadly it’ll probably be around until the end of man.
Enough heavy muses for the day… Have a happy Easter Sunday everyone!