At dawn

At dawn we met on a knoll at Skyline Farm, to welcome a new day and New Life. 
Roosters sang with us, and a fox made a cameo appearance, off toward the tree line.
Half a dozen little children also worshiped, and when a Deacon read the lesson from Acts, the littlest asked her grandfather, “They talkin’ ’bout Peter?”
“Yes,” he nodded.
“Peter Rabbit?”
The rest of us pondered the wonders of the gospel, of Mary who did not know him until he said her name, of Jesus who was not the gardener after all, of Christ who is risen indeed. Alleluia!

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