Easter Mornings

Children know where first to go – the easy places where there’s plenty to fill Easter baskets with simple-foiled chocolates. But the special eggs are never there, they are in the secret places – holes in trees and crannies found during games of hide and seek. While they search, they watch another, for once one finds a special egg all must, as even children know that more of less is less than some of more. The children have grown and left and no longer sneak breakfast peeks to find glints of colored reflection and scheme where first to go. No, it is now ourselves now who search on Easter mornings for glinted memories hidden in our own secret places. But Easter’s hunt is not of the past and this day, more than all others, adjures our own resurrection and search, within our empty lives, for the special eggs offering, as communion, more of more.