On Easter, at Ēostre

Whether today you celebrate Easter or Ēostre or some other rite of Spring and return of life, may you have a long and love-filled season. May we all learn better ways to honor our only home planet and learn to respect and care for each other and our differences. If we were all alike, the world would be both boring and failing. Celebrate differences. They're what make the universe function. Humans can't photosynthesize sunlight. That's the job of the plants turning our world green each Spring season. Do we know the special gift humans have to offer to the world? By now it should be clear that subduing nature isn't what we're here for.

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Photo by J. Harrington

Easter Morning

by Jim Harrison

On Easter morning all over America

the peasants are frying potatoes in bacon grease.

We’re not supposed to have “peasants”

but there are tens of millions of them

frying potatoes on Easter morning,

cheap and delicious with catsup.

If Jesus were here this morning he might

be eating fried potatoes with my friend

who has a ’51 Dodge and a ’72 Pontiac.

When his kids ask why they don’t have

a new car he says, “these cars were new once

and now they are experienced.”

He can fix anything and when rich folks

call to get a toilet repaired he pauses

extra hours so that they can further

learn what we’re made of.

I told him that in Mexico the poor say

that when there’s lightning the rich

think that God is taking their picture.

He laughed.

Like peasants everywhere in the history

of the world ours can’t figure out why

they’re getting poorer. Their sons join

the army to get work being shot at.

Your ideals are invisible clouds

so try not to suffocate the poor,

the peasants, with your sympathies.

They know that you’re staring at them.

 

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