Monday, 13 April 2009

The garden at Easter

Even if our words were inadequate - and they often are - the garden would tell its own story of Easter.

The pulsatilla rubra would tell us of the blood of the sacrifice.

The pulsatilla purpurea would tell us of the majesty of the king.

And the fanfare of daffodils would tell us of our need and duty to worship him.

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