Thoughts on an Orthodox Easter Morning

The sun rose this morning, when the bit of land on which we stand turned to face it. The blossom rose out of the bud on the branch of my apple tree, which will nourish me. The birds rose high up in the sky, I saw them fly. I rose from my bed to greet the day and wandered past the church, the church, where I heard them cry “Christos Anesti, Christos Anesti”, and wondered where life goes to when you die, when you die.