Quiet now, this early spring into which we fall, a few days of sunshine and green rising from earth. Quiet now, we enter the Holy Week - watch the sombre procession - with unknowing eyes - unaware of what will pass, what is passing. We line the streets, shake the bells into sound, strike the cymbals, shout: "Hosanna! Hosanna!"
The people cried out as we have cried out into the night for Something to Save us: these earthy bodies, this pain, this solid march from life to death -
All in stark relief against the clouding sky. ---Mary Elyn Bahlert, 4/2025
Night sky over Oakland, photo by Mary Elyn Bahlert, 3/2025
